Nothing good ever comes from being in a laundromat during the workweek.

Dick and Jane had been banished, and were condemned to spend eternity waiting for a functioning dryer at the Petwork Laundromat.

It’s their particular hell to know that beautiful, young people have taken their jobs at the White House. Using the same desks, scheduling the same meetings with same lunches ordered-in at taxpayer expense, working on the same policies (but in reverse), and flashing the same IDs Jane and Dick had been forced to surrender.

No one at the Petworth appreciates how special Dick and Jane are. And absolutely no one at the Petworth has anything interesting to say.

“I feel like we’re being punished, Dicky.” Jane said.

“Punished for what?” Dick asked.

“That’s the thing, Dicky,” Jane said, “I don’t know.”

Humidity and the smell of curries have always made Jane nauseous.