I. Hate. Laundry rooms. They are, in essence, a great equalizer. We all want clean-ish underpants and sheets, but some people need to learn how to use timers. I know that at least 99% of the apartments in this building have stoves with timers. They are very simple to use! You hit the timer button, adjust the time with the up and down buttons, and when the set amount of time is up, it dings. I'm also willing to bet that if, for some reason, you don't have the same timer on your stove, or it's broken, the Family Dollar across the street MUST have egg timers for less than $2. Since I know I'm not the only one in this building that shops there, I'm sure you've seen them. USE A GORRAM TIMER! First, when clothes sit for too long wet in the washer, they start to smell. Second, clothes left in the dryer for too long will wrinkle, and I can't be the only one who hates both ironing and looking like a slob. And seriously, I hate waiting on your dumb ass. Yes, we all have lives, but I only get to do laundry once a week, for all three of us. That's at least 4 loads of laundry a week, and I need to get it done at a reasonable time so that we all have clean sheets and clean pajamas. If you're not going to get your crap out of other people's way, either go to Hell, or go to the laundromat down the street. I have much better things to do than wait for you to figure out how long it takes for either 45 or 66 minutes to pass. (Hint: it takes either 45 minutes or 66. Scary, huh?)
So, basically, for the most part, I can deal with not having a yard, or even a balcony, but having to wait for people to eject head from rectum when it comes to common space is enough to make me sell my soul (well, what's left of it...) for a patch of land and a few walls to call my own. I can deal with pretending to give a crap about total strangers who happen to live in close proximity, or the occasional bass thumping through the walls, but my time is precious. And it will be even more precious when the new little one gets here. So, that being said, get your crap out of my way so I can get on with my day, ok?
Thanks!
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