Laundry

Ah laundry.  An annoying necessity.  Especially when you have to hit up the local laundromat.

Doing laundry where thousands…no, hundreds of thousands of people have done theirs before you grosses me out.  I can’t think about it or else I won’t be able to put on my clothes tomorrow. 

Anyways, I’m doing my laundry today, and the dryer beeps, so I pack up my stuff and go to grab the stuff out of the dryer.  I put all my stuff down on the counter behind the washers, and notice that the big table WHICH IS MEANT FOR FOLDING CLOTHES ON is covered in other peoples’ stuff.  Purses, quarters, dryer sheets, gift bags, magazines, newspaper, winter coats, etc.  Which of course pissed me right off.  I decide that if these people think its alright to be that inconsiderate, then there shouldn’t be a problem if I just push some of their stuff out of the way, I mean, I needed enough room to fold my stuff.  I wasn’t going to pull my clothes out of the dryer and walk 20 feet to the next table.  So I get enough space on my table to fold one shirt at a time, which is enough space, I guess.  Some lady comes up and pushes her quarters out of the way.  She probably thought I was rude, but, I thought she was rude so we’re even.

Anyways, I’m almost done pulling out each shirt from the dryer and folding it, when the now very embarassed woman says ”Um…is that yours?”  I turn to look, and there, in the middle of the floor, is one of my ‘unmentionables’.  Let’s just say it was a bit…racy.  I grab it up off the floor (grosssss!) turn to her, and with a very straight face, said thank you.  She looked mortified.  I almost laughed out loud.  No big deal, right?