The Perpetual Strangeness of Washcloths

When visiting a friend, I asked if she had a washcloth. "I don't use them," she said. Responding to my puzzled look, she added "there's no part of my body I feel uncomfortable touching."

I thought this was a strange remark; she thought it strange I thought it strange. We both agreed, however, that it was a remarkable piece of fabric that could generate perpetual strangeness.