That thing where you put on a fresh pair of socks and one has a hole so you think well I went to all that trouble to pull it on, this will be your last day little buddy, I’ll just throw it away after I wear it today.
Last chance underwear happen now and again as well but I guess it depends on where the hole is.
[alarms screaming, red lights pulsing all over the bridge]
“Thirty seconds to impact!”
“Captain, if we don’t begin laundry now we won’t have time to fold. We could lose the entire load”
“Acknowledged, Lieutenant Worf”
“Shall I order Engineering to begin loading the machines?”
“Twenty seconds to impact!”
“Negative. Data are you still hailing them?”
“No response, sir”
“Worf. Detergent”
“Yes, sir” [his hands fly across the controls] “Pod is loaded”
“Commence laundry on my mark”
“Ten seconds to impact!”
“Awaiting your order sir”
“Hold, Lieutenant”
“Sir …”
“…”
“Five seconds!”
“now”
Adjust the timescale to days or even weeks, and this isn’t too far off.
“Captain, I have no more shirts left in this basket of wrinkled laundry we did three weeks ago. I’m down to my last pair or underwear.”
“Alright. Let’s do one load, fold it, and never put it away in our drawers.”