April 7th, 2004
I'm ever so slightly peeved this morning because I desperately needed to do laundry last night, only to find the washer/dryer combo that is shared by me and my downstairs neighbors completely monopolized. At 8 PM last night they started a load in the washer while a second load was rolling in the dryer and a third load was stuck on top of the dryer itself.
"Oh no problem!" I thought. "Soon the washer load will be done and the neighbors will go down soon enough, no doubt, to change loads around and free up the washer so I can use it."
At 9 PM the washer had finished and sat idle. The dryer, too, was done. Nobody had gone down to switch loads. It was just the same at 10 PM, which is when I went to check for the last time.
"Well obviously now I cannot do my laundry at such a late hour," I thought to myself, "So I shall just do it tomorrow before I head on out. I really want to make sure my special happy-go-lucky black pants are clean and free from cat hair before I wear them in public again. I presume the neighbors will be finishing their laundry early tomorrow or something."
Now it's 9 AM and I've missed my window of opportunity for washing clothes because surprise surprise, I seem to have been the only person to go down to the washer and dryer in 12 hours. God damn.
It's been suggested I go and physically move the laundry around so I can get my load in and out, but there are a few bugs in this plan, namely 1) There's no place to put the clothes except on the dirty dirty concrete floor and I'm not that vengeful, and 2) I really really really really really have this odd hangup about fooling around with other people's strange clothes. I just can't bring myself to dive right into the washer and pull out someone else's soggy underpants. (I think part of it stems from the fact that I'd absolutely hate it if someone did that to my soggy underpants.) Yeah, I got my fair share of neuroses, pal, but at least I don't leave loads of laundry in the machines overnight.
Luckily this is only a temp agency appointment and mostly involves those wonderful typing tests and stuff they make you take, but honestly, I'd much rather prefer one less thing to worry about as I stroll into the office. Looks like I won't be getting that today, eh.
1. Go in without pants.
2. Take the typing test hands-free.
Unfortunately I type faster with two hands than I would if I were to use the hunt-n-pecker method.
I called a native new yorker friend of mine from the laundromat last week to whine about how EVERY SINGLE DRYER was full, but had stopped and my clothes were wet and I couldn't dry them and and and...THE WHOLE WORLD IS LAZY except for me and maybe her.
She couldn't even begin to grasp how I could just sit there and not take the clothes out of a dryer. She tried to talk me through it. "Just open the dryer. Put the clothes in a cart. Come on! It's okay. Do it."
I couldn't do it, even though I got as far as opening a dryer. So I'm glad to hear there are others who have the same problem.
I can't do it either, and I always feel completely violated when someone else moves my undies. Luckily the new apartment has a washer & a dryer and I don't have to worry about it anymore.
LAUNDRY AT MY PLACE!
WOO LAUNDRY PARTY AT ELLADOPA'S
See you in half a week!
|Date:||April 7th, 2004 03:18 pm (UTC)|| |
My take on it is that if one doesn't want one's laundry moved, one would have been sure to be there to take care of it when it finished. Failing that, it goes into a basket or on top of the washer or dryer. Failing that, the floor works nicely.
I was posed with this problem in my time in Chicago. My solution was simple: these people have shown me no courtesy, so fuck them. I was nice enough to place their items on the dryer, however. In your case, since it was an entire night rather than just a few hours, I'd toss 'em on the floor.
I am a native New Yorker, and the practice is common here. However, I could never do it (although it's been done to me plenty; a lot of the time only five minutes after the dryer had stopped). If it were me though, after 12 hours I think I'd have no qualms about throwing their laundry out the window.