One day there was a note on our door reminding us to leave our faucets dripping so that the pipes wouldn't freeze.
Before bed I went around and turned all our faucets on just enough for tiny drips to squeeze out.
It didn't take long before the DRIP! DRIP! DRIP! DRIP! DRIP! DRIP! DRIP! DRIP! from the kitchen sink began to drive me insane.
So I put a dish rag across the middle of the sink and moved the faucet so the water would hit the rag. Ahh, much better!
When I washed towels I threw that dish rag in the washer. When they was done washing I moved them to the dryer. When they were done drying I moved them to the basket and dumped them out to fold them.
When I picked up the rag that had been dripped on all night I was a bit surprised at what I saw . . .
It looks like I spilled Bleach on it! That's from my Water! What on earth!? This right here is why we don't drink the water. (This and the fact that we often get notes in the mail about how our water didn't test right and we shouldn't drink it.)
Can't imagine WHY!