Okay, i know i should add comments but this story really speaks for itself....and to this day i still hate laundry and i am still afraid of bumping into that scary lady.
Laundry Room Ediquette
So I get to the laundry room..and woot woot...two machines available...(insert happy laundry dance here).
I put two loads in and set my cell phone alarm.....back to my apt I go. I re-load my laundry basket with the next two loads and await the finishing of my first loads.
DING!(laundry alarm)
So I head back down to the laundry room to switch over my laundry to the dryer and start another load of washing...when....<SCARY MEAN OLD LADY ALERT>...an older lady was standing by my washing machine. It makes me laugh that i still remember this interaction down to the tiniest detail. I can't remember what happened last week but this interaction clearly had an impact. I think it was around this time that i decided i couldn't wait to get old so i could be a mean old lady without having to apologize for it.
"They're taken" she says in a very territorial voice
"I know" I say in a confused and uncertain voice
"I'm using them" she says
"but that's my stuff in there, I am still using them, I'm not done" still confused voice because i don't know what the protocol is here. do I challenge her, and refuse to let her use the machine, do I try to reason with her? I just don't know what to do!
"They are mine now" she says in an even meaner tone..which I didn't think was possible..because she was quite mean before.
"Fine, you know what...you can have them" yes I caved...I don't like confrontation and yes I was afraid she would beat me up or tell the landlord on me or something.
BUT...she doesn't move away from the machines..and my clothes are still in there...I need to move them to the dryer but she won't give me any space.
"I'm not gonna steal the machines, but I do need space so I can get my clothes out..can you give me like 5 minutes to unload the machines?" I ask...in a clearly frustrated tone...which SHE IGNORES...AND DOESN'T MOVE. Crazy lady...really....you need the machines that bad...it looks like all you are washing are Lacy curtains. REALLY!?!?!?!
So I work around the crazy old lady getting more and more frustrated by her rudeness. I get one machine unloaded..and she immediately jumps on it...I get the other one unloaded...and...
"I guess I really only need the one machine" she says in a slightly guilty tone
"You know what...that's okay...you clearly need the machines more than me...I will just come back at a later time" I say in a bitchy tone...that's right I bitched out a bit. then I picked up my laundry basket..and stormed out. great exit. I am proud of that exit. Normally i would screw that kind of storm out with some sort of extra comment that would completely take away from my parting shot. And the best part...i don't feel bad about it at all....being bitchy.
SIDE NOTE: I am now a little afraid of the laundry room because I don't want to run into that old lady again...she was really mean and scary!
So...new plan, only do laundry late at night...like 8pm..because she is probably in bed by then...old people go to bed early right?




The yellow one. It is a tea press. Makes everything amazing.
