At my current apartment, I don't have a
laundry unit in my home (OH THE HORROR) so instead, I have to
carry my loads of laundry down the stairs, over to the building next
door, and into the communal laundry room.
Le Sigh. Life is so difficult
sometimes.
No but really, it's not a big deal,
plus it gets my ass off the couch for at least 4 minutes.
The funny thing though, is that every
time I talk about my laundry situation (which, is ostensibly way too
often, I'm just now realizing) everyone is all “OH THE HORROR!”
and then they're like “what a pain, just sitting there, watching
your laundry. You must bring your ipad or a book or something, yes?”
Bring my ipad? Books? Reading??? Listen
you, I'm not watching my laundry.
But, “Am I supposed to?”
“Well yes, it seems a bit risky to
not.”
“risky?”
“you know, it might get stolen.”
Excuse
me, but who, WHO, in the history of public laundering, has been
caught stealing other people's shoddy garments?
Of
course I've googled it by now, and it actually has happened. But
I'm (statistically speaking*) more likely to have a shark crawl out
of the sea, Uber to my apartment, and eat me alive while I'm loading
the wash, than I am to have these wet, old robes snatched up.
Am
I right, or is just just me?
*I
made these statisitics up, as are all statistics. Don't act like I'm
wrong.
P.S. Shout out to Pervy McPervers who
definitely steals laundry,
but only when it's dirty. I went to college, I know who you are.
P.S.A.
If you live in a large city, maybe keep your eye on your blankets
during the cold months. Don't judge me, it's the only time I can
think of this whole “laundry stealing” situation coming true. So
maybe you can point that finger back at yourself, Ms. “did you
bring a book?”
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