Sunday, January 23, 2005
Tales from the laundry room of my apartments volume 1
Me: How come the dryers are still going but you are done?
Me: It does not make sense.
Me: The designer must be an idiot, why would he do it this way?
Me: What would it hurt to have you go the same amount of time as your buddy the dryer?
Me: As a matter of fact, I think my clothes might even be cleaner if you continued on. Now I have wet clothes and nowhere to put them. Frankly, this sucks.
WM: Dude, calm it down the dryer will be done in a bit.
Me: Come on dryer, just get done already.
Me: Damn you all to hell. Damn you, dryer.
80 year old neighbor: Jess, are you ok?
Me: Yeah, what do you mean Ms. Johnson?
Ms. J.: I heard you talking and you are the only one in here.
Ms. J.: You seemed mad at somebody.
Me: That damn dryer.
Ms. J.: Jess, you can not talk to dryers, they are not alive.
Me: OK, Ms. J.