[For background story, please read: A Day for Laundry]
Waiting to do laundry can get boring really fast. I decided to leave my bag there and run home to get my phone. I might just have the strongest wifi signal know to mankind, and I had never been more thankful for it than yesterday. I could conveniently browse Youtube videos from a block away while waiting for people to transfer their laundry; thereby preserving my sanity.
After a long while, washer #3 guy came over and transferred his stuff. I gratefully dumped my load of dirty clothes into the washer along with a generous amount of detergent. I am still not sure what I was trying to accomplish. It was not as if the clothes got dirtier from the waiting. Anyhow, I went back home, knowing that I did not have to return for another 30 minutes. I spent that time peacefully having a Skype conversation with my husband (I still find the term new and exciting after two years).
I got back to discover that washer#3 guy (henceforth referred to as dryer#3 guy, due to the changed circumstances) was not back yet. Since I was there, and assumed that at least someone would be responsible enough to get their dried laundry out of dryers 1-2, I decided to wait. While waiting, I had the opportunity of getting back in touch with people I hadn't called in months. I silently thanked God and my phone carrier for unlimited weekend minutes.
Soon washers#1,2 girl came along to get her clothes out of (surprise, surprise) dryers#1,2. That girl sure had a lot of stuff to wash. She proceeded to transfer her stuff from the washers to the dryers and set the timer for 90 minutes. I sighed and went back home. I returned an hour later to find that dryer #3 guy hadn't come back for his stuff. I was beginning to lose my cool a little. Did he not know that there were people with wet laundry waiting for him? (The answer was that he probably didn't). By now, it was almost 5 and I needed to submit a paper online.
I went home to do that, and came back an hour and a long shower later, to discover that all the dryers had stopped running but no one had taken their clothes out. That, my friends, was my snapping point. I went home, got a couple of Walmart bags, and stuffed dryer#3 guy's clothes into the bag. I then proceeded to load my five hours old wet clothes into the dryer. I was just putting my quarters (which I had taken out of my 50 states collection) into the slot when the girl of the 2 dryers fame arrived. What timing! I could have surely avoided my passive aggressive behavior if she had come but 5 minutes earlier.
After giving her a smile (I was too disgruntled for other pleasantries), I hurried off home for fear that I would run into dryer#3 guy and have to explain the situation. I would start calling him plastic bag guy, but I think we've changed his name enough times. As soon as my 45 minutes were up, I was back to collect my dried clothes. Unfortunately, the clothes weren't nearly dry enough but I didn't want to be around when dryer#3 guy came along. So I hauled my semi-dry clothes home for a thorough air drying.
And that, folks, is how I wasted a whole day doing laundry. I just wish I had done a better job of it so I didn't have to hunt out each item from various flat surfaces around the house today, to finish a relatively simple task that I started 20 hours ago. On the plus side though, I am in touch with more people now, have blogged after more than a year, and have a new Twitter account. Not a bad trade.
Waiting to do laundry can get boring really fast. I decided to leave my bag there and run home to get my phone. I might just have the strongest wifi signal know to mankind, and I had never been more thankful for it than yesterday. I could conveniently browse Youtube videos from a block away while waiting for people to transfer their laundry; thereby preserving my sanity.
After a long while, washer #3 guy came over and transferred his stuff. I gratefully dumped my load of dirty clothes into the washer along with a generous amount of detergent. I am still not sure what I was trying to accomplish. It was not as if the clothes got dirtier from the waiting. Anyhow, I went back home, knowing that I did not have to return for another 30 minutes. I spent that time peacefully having a Skype conversation with my husband (I still find the term new and exciting after two years).
I got back to discover that washer#3 guy (henceforth referred to as dryer#3 guy, due to the changed circumstances) was not back yet. Since I was there, and assumed that at least someone would be responsible enough to get their dried laundry out of dryers 1-2, I decided to wait. While waiting, I had the opportunity of getting back in touch with people I hadn't called in months. I silently thanked God and my phone carrier for unlimited weekend minutes.
Soon washers#1,2 girl came along to get her clothes out of (surprise, surprise) dryers#1,2. That girl sure had a lot of stuff to wash. She proceeded to transfer her stuff from the washers to the dryers and set the timer for 90 minutes. I sighed and went back home. I returned an hour later to find that dryer #3 guy hadn't come back for his stuff. I was beginning to lose my cool a little. Did he not know that there were people with wet laundry waiting for him? (The answer was that he probably didn't). By now, it was almost 5 and I needed to submit a paper online.
I went home to do that, and came back an hour and a long shower later, to discover that all the dryers had stopped running but no one had taken their clothes out. That, my friends, was my snapping point. I went home, got a couple of Walmart bags, and stuffed dryer#3 guy's clothes into the bag. I then proceeded to load my five hours old wet clothes into the dryer. I was just putting my quarters (which I had taken out of my 50 states collection) into the slot when the girl of the 2 dryers fame arrived. What timing! I could have surely avoided my passive aggressive behavior if she had come but 5 minutes earlier.
After giving her a smile (I was too disgruntled for other pleasantries), I hurried off home for fear that I would run into dryer#3 guy and have to explain the situation. I would start calling him plastic bag guy, but I think we've changed his name enough times. As soon as my 45 minutes were up, I was back to collect my dried clothes. Unfortunately, the clothes weren't nearly dry enough but I didn't want to be around when dryer#3 guy came along. So I hauled my semi-dry clothes home for a thorough air drying.
And that, folks, is how I wasted a whole day doing laundry. I just wish I had done a better job of it so I didn't have to hunt out each item from various flat surfaces around the house today, to finish a relatively simple task that I started 20 hours ago. On the plus side though, I am in touch with more people now, have blogged after more than a year, and have a new Twitter account. Not a bad trade.
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