You are never poor…

so long as you have hope.
Every pair of my underpants are either in the laundry, in the dryer or on top of the dryer. I know this. and yet every morning I search through my underpants drawer to see if maybe a pair showed up or maybe I missed a pair. That would be great so that I would not have to go to the basement to get underpants.
Of course the solution is obvious, but Chester is a dick and won’t go get the laundry.