Dear Petty Laundry Chick
I'm going to guess from the note that you left on the washing machine that Monday was a very bad day for you. I can sympathize; I've had my fair share of them myself lately.
I'm going to take this opportunity to give you some friendly advice. In a 10 floor apartment building with 15 odd apartments per floor, and only 4 washers and 4 dryers, at some point you can guarantee that someone will take your laundry out of the washing machine or dryer. Especially when you don't show up promptly to take it out. It's going to happen. It's happened to me. It's happened to other people who live here. And it's going to happen to you. More than once.
Now, don't get me wrong. It's not like I live to take someone else's wet clothes out of the washing machine. I'm sure it's a fetish of some, just not one of mine.
In fact, when I first started living in buildings with shared laundry facilities, it presented a bit of a problem for me. But trust Ann Landers to set me straight. I remember reading a column on just this topic when I was in university. And Ann said it was OK, provided that you just picked up the laundry and moved it. Folding the laundry, she said, was going too far. Still, even with Ann's blessing, I've only ever done it a handful of times. Because I don't like to do it. And because most people are quick enough so that I don't have to.
Generally, regardless of how much of a hurry I'm in, I've give everyone a good 10 minute window. When I went to do some laundry on Monday, I knew that I really needed to get at least one load done, since it had been really hot and none of my clothes could stand to be worn another day. (Been way too busy being out of town or staying with the BF or generally doing the "grief" thing to actually do laundry.) Having discovered that all washers were taken, I set about sorting my laundry to wait for the "owner" of two washers to claim their orphaned clothes. The task took me about 6 or 7 minutes.
Now, I know your laundry was done well before that, because not only were the machines done spinning when I walked in the door, but the timers had even reset themselves. (Which means I wasn't the first person wanting to do a bit of laundry that had popped open the lid to take a peek at your scary animal print panties.)
To be nice, I took my sweet time sorting my clothes. I even had a "pink" pile. I debated what had to get washed and then decided to do just one load, rather than two. I placed your wet laundry on the other machine that I'm sure was also yours. (Again, the panties gave it away.) I even left the loonie that I found in the washer with your clothes, because it wasn't mine and I am neither a mean girl nor a thief.
I can see how being a princess and all, you might have been shocked that someone would be so rude as to do what I did. Clearly you've always had your own washer and dryer and never had to share in your entire life, so I can see how this kind of behaviour would come as a surprise. And so, after reading the note that you were so kind as to leave on the washing machine, even though I wanted to peel my face off and throttle you until your teeth rattled out of your head, I calmed down and forgave you. Granted, it took about an hour and one call to the BF. (Sorry, honey.) After all, I thought to myself, maybe you've had a couple of months like I've had and every little thing freaks you right out. Throws you off your game. I totally understand.
But then you had to go and take the crumpled note out of the garbage (sorry that I didn't cherish it enough to keep it the first time), attempt to smooth it out and leave it for me again. That's when I really started to get angry. It's only now that I'm starting to see the humour in all of this. I mean, really. It's just laundry. (Think about how I feel. I had to touch your skanky panties.)
Oh and just in case you didn't know, "You are incredibly rude to take someone else's personal out" isn't actually a sentence. I can only guess that you were so embarrassed about your panties, it negatively affected your grammar.
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