Trailer park? Maybe it was someone Chad didn't know? Who lived at the trailer park? He was wound up in wet jeans, and was unceremoniously loaded into the trash bag without being separated. He was sure he was a Speedo or maybe a jockstrap or underwear? He wasn't sure if he had changed to fit whoever was operating the machine or not? He hoped they wouldn't throw out the strange article of clothing in their wash.
It was dark, and the trailer park wasn't that we'll lit at night. Chad felt the hands extract him from the rack and wooden clips pinned his legs to a nylon rope clothesline. Or he guessed it was his waistband with his feet contorted on top of his head, and his arms now limply hanging straps attached to his knees. Being a jockstrap blowing in the wind at night was disorientingredients. He could only see the silhouette of the man hanging up the damp laundry. Maybe in the morning?