My brother the genius.

So we were at my mom's for x-mas and my brother decides he wants to take a hot bath. But soon discovers all the hot water is gone. So he has an idea. He gets a boiling pot and fills it with water. And heats it up on the stove. This takes like 10 minutes. He carries it to the bathroom dumps it into the tub. Goes back and does it again. I tell him by the time you get another pot ready the water in there will be cold. So he has another idea. Boil multiple pots of water at once. So I'm watching him run back and forth with pots of water like I'm watching a youtube video a dog with a giant stick in his mouth trying to get through a door. Finally he gives up, drains the tub, and falls asleep. This is the guy that complains about the logic of my stories.

I have to deal with my mom hanging up the wet laundry indoors to dry, on a rainy day.
I'm like "let's see, little child of the Lord.... if you hang up the *wet* laundry, *indoors*, with the air *saturated with moisture*, *from the rain*, how do you expect *the air* to take out *the moisture* from the *wet laundry*?"
She's like "it's fine, the heat from the boiler will dry it out...."
(a boiler that is insulated, otherwise it wouldn't function as a boiler, which is normally on standby, otherwise it would suck up all the gas, which has an operation flame no larger than that of a stove, and a standby pilot not larger than that of a lighter)

yeah... uhm..... no,... and,.... no.

and then she complains of "ugh for s sake! the smell of this place! can't *you* spray up some deodorant!?"
well, what did you expect from stagnant moisture, you genius?

My brother does something similar. But not because it was raining but because he is cheap. This is a guy that earns more than me and won't spend $1 to dry his clothes in the dryer downstairs. Instead he lays them over the heaters at my place and only remembers them by the burning smell.