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There is a little laundry room conveniently located about thirty seconds from my door- it's very well placed for my purposes. Welllll, I just walked a load of laundry over, having seen through the window all the washers were empty. I load up three washers, pour in the detergent, get my quarters out, then.... THEN I look up and notice that every single dryer has been caved in. It had to be sledge hammers and crowbars- some nasty crew had gone for the coin boxes and in the process completely destroyed six commercial grade dryers.
As if they're going to bother replacing them any time soon... yeah, right. Now I have to go find a public laundromat. I HATE that. I HATE having to sit there, fighting for washers and lining up for dryers. Especially now that I'm used to tossing my clothes in and bopping back to my castle while they swish around, doing their thing.
The worst thing is, I have a basket full of dirty laundry with liquid detergent dripping from it, and I can't leave because I'm babysitting my sister's dog.
Yep, it's gonna be one of THOSE weekends.
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