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The case of the missing underwear

24 Apr

I live alone in a one bedroom apartment with a laundry room in the building’s hallway. My boyfriend has two roommates and his washing machine is right in his apartment. I have to stake a claim and pay quarters when its laundry day; he just throws his in and lets the machine do its thing. I still rarely do laundry at his place because I don’t want to impose on his roommates and its just easier to do it at my own.

However, one night I stayed over his place unexpectedly. I threw in my underwear with his laundry so that I would have a clean pair for work the next day. We went to bed and in the morning he grabbed the clothes out of the dryer. Well, he grabbed all the clothes except for my one pair of underwear that I knew had been put in the machine. Baffled, I searched all over the place and could not find them. I finally gave up and marked it up to the laundry monster.

A few days later I was back at his apartment and in the kitchen with his roommate’s girlfriend. I took her aside and asked her if she had happened to have found a pair of underwear.

“Thank god!” she said. “They were in our laundry and I had no idea where they came from.”

Apparently, they had switched over the laundry in the middle of the night and somehow my underwear had gotten mixed into their pile. Relieved she was the one to have found them and not her boyfriend or the other roommate, I stuffed them in my pocket and vowed to keep better track of my things. I tried not to think of the problems this laundry fiasco might have caused.

Moral of the story: Do your laundry at your own place.

My boyfriend’s thoughts on this scenario: If I ever find a pair of underwear in his room that are not mine, I shouldn’t jump to conclusions. Good luck with that one.

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Will beg for quarters…

26 Mar

Raise your hand if you enjoy doing laundry….

Anyone?

I didn’t think so. Whether or not you mind doing laundry, I think everyone has some aspect of it that they do not enjoy. For me, it is folding. It can take me several days before I get around to folding my laundry. When I lived in an apartment with my own washer and dryer, this usually meant that I ended up throwing the entire load back in the dryer to dewrinkle (apparently this is not a word). Now, I live in an apartment building with a shared washer and dryer for each floor. This means I have to collect quarters like I’m homeless begging for change- except the only one contributing is my boyfriend. Then I have to silently stalk the machines waiting for a moment when nobody else is using them so I can run back to my apartment, grab my clothes and detergent and throw them in before somebody else lays claim. To be honest, I don’t mind. I really don’t. It is still the folding that gets me every time.

Plus, I’ve met some great people while being a creep eyeing the laundry machines. There was an elderly man who told me about his move to the nursing home while he folded his tighty whiteys and placed them in his rolling cart. I learned a lesson about ensuring the dryer lint trap is cleaned before using otherwise you may need to throw down double the quarters for an extra drying session- nobody needs that.

And then, there was the one stain in the apartment building laundry cycle. There is someone in the building who will stop your clothes spinning mid-session to throw their own clothes into the machine, leaving yours in a pile or in the basket if you so happened to leave it nearby. The first time this happened, I stormed back to my apartment to write an irate note. I wielded a permanent marker like it was a weapon and slashed letters into a piece of paper as if my life (and laundry) depended on it. Then I strode back to the machines and left the note on top of the machine they took over. I went back to my apartment, sat down and then after a few minutes slunk back to retrieve my note. I just don’t have it in me to go through with such a bold act. Maybe next time I will. I’ll call the tighty whitey man and have him wait with me for moral support.

What’s your least favorite part of doing laundry?

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