To the Woman Who Threw Her Shirt into the Washer Despite the Fact That I Had Opened the Lid Myself and Was Starting to Put in My Own Clothes
OK, so I understand city life isn't always easy. And, yeah, I hate that I don't have my own washer and dryer, too.
But that was seriously uncalled for.
There's more than enough misery to go around in life. So, please, stop sharing yours.
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So, what was your response?
OK, that was messed up. Did you leave her shirt in with your stuff or toss it out, burn it and stomp on it, like I would've done?
Now, after that crazy rant, I should say you have a cool blog. Found it through Winter's.
Good stuff. I'll be back.
once upon a time a hundred and seven years ago... I was at the laundrymat and just about to use the machine (after having stood there baffled for some time because laundrymats look like technology to me) when the whole place was suddenly filled with what I assumed to be the contents of a group home. they did not appear to be baffled. they less than gingerly displaced me from the machine I had been contemplating and generally monopolized the situation. so I went back out to my small car and drove back to my small appartment. that's the last thing I remember.
DS
XOXO - I did exactly what you'd expect. I clothes-lined her.
Kidding, kidding. My reaction was somewhere between what you'd expect (silence) and what I REALLY wanted to do (violence). But, really, much closer to the expectations.
I looked at her and said "Well... OK." And then glared as much as possible for the next two hours.
Not very constructive, really.
James - Welcome to Yawp!
Actually, I hadn't put my clothes in yet... hence her rush to throw hers in. The situation looked more like this: I saw the washer wasn't in use, so I opened the lid. There were no clothes inside. I set my bag of clothes at my feet and reached in to start putting in my whites when she rushed around from another row and literally THREW her shirt in the air -- over the two empty washers adjacent to this one -- and into the washer I was standing in front of.
I thought my presence there, and my hand in the bag, was a clear indication I was using it. Apparently she doesn't think it's taken until the first clothes are in.
Once she threw that first shirt into mine, she then threw a single article of clothing into each of the other two washers.
And since those washers finish up sooner than the others, she was done washing first. So naturally she did something similar while drying... when her first load was done washing, she put 1-2 articles of clothing into 6 different dryers, and then added more as her other loads were done washing.
In sum: she arrived at the laudromat 5 minutes after I did, but she left 45 minutes before.
Classy, huh?
I saw this thing on TV once where this guy was caught on tape pouring a bottle of bleach in a washer. He ruined a bunch of this lady's clothes. I thought that was so absurd. I mean sure, he wanted the washer, but did he really have to be mean? I now have the answer. I don't believe he should have gotten in a much trouble as he did. It was probably the lady you met. By the way, just don't do it. It's not worth it.
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