I don’t dry clean clothes. I just scrub them meticulously with a toothbrush.

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Nobody likes a reporter with stains.

In high school, my mother bought me a khaki business suit. By the grace of God, I can still wear the skirt, pants and jacket, which, I believe, were meant to be worn together.

Since then, I’ve opted to wear them one at a time, paired with more flamboyant colors. (I mean, really? Who wears a BUSINESS SUIT?)

So, this morning, I put the skirt on. I felt great. I was ready to seize the day.

But when I got in the car with York Daily Record coworker Sean Adkins, I discovered the pleated khaki skirt resembled a tablecloth soiled with coffee and snackstuffs from years past.

I was mortified. I had no time to change. My tirade continued all the way to the courthouse, where I showed one of the guards my dirty dilemma.

Allegedly, as I discovered today, it needs to be dry cleaned. BUT SERIOUSLY. Who pays for that?

I’m 23. I don’t have time. I think I’ll just scrub it meticulously with a toothbrush.

Here's a closer look at my stains. While we're checking me out, note the scab on my right knee, courtesy of something I tripped over on the York County rail trail last week.

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