Magic in My House

Do you believe in Magic?

If not, you should live in my house.

We have a magic paper on our refridgerator: If you write something you need from the store on this paper, soon it will magically appear in the house. All you have to do is write on the magic paper and POOF!

But wait, there's more. We also have a magic basket. It's plastic, waist high, white and has a flip-top lid. If you put your dirty clothes in the basket, without even uttering a magical incantation, those same dirty clothes will soon (sometimes even the very same day) appear in your drawers - washed, dried, and folded.

Every home should have a magic basket, but....(there is always a "but" with something this wonderful) the dirty clothes have to get inside the basket. The basket will NOT grow arms to pick dirty clothes off the floor. This is a shame, really, because there are many clothes that do not make it into the basket, even those garments dirty enough to crawl across the floor.

So we are left with a troubling question: With a magic basket like this, why, oh why, oh way, do people STILL leave dirty clothes on the floor?

And to that question, I have no answer.