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I can't stand doing laundry -- it's the main reason why I need a woman in my life (kidding about that...well, sort of). First of all, it's more overpriced than the average New York City apartment (not happy about this). From what I hear, the $2.60 per load my building charges is on par with local places, but that doesn't mean it's a good deal. I remember when a load cost four quarters! Maybe I'm just looking for more reasons to hate the superintendent. Anyways....and this ties into reason number one, I've taken the bold step of doing my laundry once every two weeks. The pros: I end up using three machines instead of four (presuming I'd use two per week), and only have to deal with this crap half as much (more on this shortly) . The cons: my sweaty gym clothes don't smell any better as time passes, and I have to drag my wet, 80-pound laundry bag six floors down to the laundromat. A pleasant mental image, I'm sure.
But all that aside, it's just a really awkward process. The room is usually packed, and people stop and stare when I gather my stuff (at least it feels like they do...I'm paranoid). If someone is waiting for me to free up a washing machine or dryer, I end up getting nervous and drop articles of clothing on the floor....usually something I wouldn't want an attractive female to see, like my super cool "Family Guy" boxers. The over/under for number of lost socks stands at a solid 1.5 per load....though occasionaly getting someone else's clothes mixed in with mine is a welcome bonus. Actually, I found this small "Victoria's Secret" thong -- had to check the site for, um, reseach -- with my stuff one time. I wasn't about to bring it back down, so I did what any normal guy would do....I tried it on to see how it would feel. I don't blame you for thinking less of me for this, but hey, it happened. Long story short, some, er, pieces didn't fit and I threw it away....after a few days. Has it been 45 minutes yet? I still gotta get my clothes out of the dry, and they better not still be wet...
Categories: My Problems..., Things I Hate




