Good morning! Um...yeah.

Have you ever reached into the linen closet in the morning, in the dark, and grabbed a towel only to find out when you’re standing there, post-shower, dripping wet, that what you’re actually holding is a hand towel or some other small terry-like thing that would never qualify in its lifetime as a proper bath towel but now you’re committed because the linen closet is way over there and that would mean dripping across the floor hoping to rescue something other than a postage stamp-sized bit of material that wouldn’t cover a common flea?