I have an iridescent yellow biking jacket that I bought a few years ago. It is a terrific windbreaker. and it makes me more visible to motorists, especially at night. It is even fairly effective as a rain protector. It is always with me in my backpack when I ride to work.
Over the years, it has acquired a few black grease stains and it is looking a bit scruffy. I have occasionally tossed it into the sink with some soap, afraid of the damage a washing machine might do to it. Even though it still looked a bit grungy, I comforted myself with the thought that at least it was clean dirt. Until Friday.
My colleague Suzanne hadn't worn a jacket to work. It was a gray, damp and windy day. When we had to walk to a meeting a block away, I offered her my bike jacket. As I walked next to her, I couldn't help but notice that it was disgustingly dirty in places I hadn't even noticed. I was embarrassed, and I apologized. (It did, however, keep her warm.)
I decided I would either put it into the washing machine or spring for a new jacket. So into the washing machine it went this morning. And it came out looking like new. I was all smiles.
Isn't it funny how such small "victories" can make your day?