Unclean!
By Candice at 17:26:05 on Oct 30, 2008 in Laundry
D’ya think it’s time to do my laundry? I’m not wearing socks, because I didn’t have any that matched, and I’ve had to downgrade to Christmas-gift granny panties (they need to start selling those conveniently packed with wool socks and toothbrushes… save everyone’s parents time on shopping).
I absotively, posilutely abhor doing laundry. Here is why. Exhibit A:
The laundry room.
Home to Exhibit B (not my picture, I would never get this close!):
La cucaracha.
I see at least one every time I go in there. Crawling on the blasted machines, even. I set a timer every time I put my clothes in, and I know exactly how long the wash and dry cycles take. If I don’t switch my stuff out immediately some bastard will remove my clothes from the machines and put them on top of the dryer (especially pointless when they take my stuff out of the washer, double especially when I’ve already got stuff in the dryer — um, you’re going to end up waiting anyway, since the dryer takes longer), and I will live in fear forever after. Bugs! On my clothes! If my underwear ever touched the floor in that room, I think I’d have to burn it.
And also… dryer lint. Nobody bothers to clean it out of the trap, meaning I’ve got to scoop it out myself. Scoop out other people’s dead skin cells and hair. Completely revolting.
At least I never see the Mexican guy with 12 kids in there anymore. So it’s now occasionally possible to get a machine. I don’t think that guy ever did anything other than laundry. And I’m still not entirely convinced that he even lived in this building.
(Cockroaches seen while I switched my laundry during the writing of this post: 2)