*905 - my lamentation #2

What could I possibly have been thinking earlier today as I lamented about frivolities such as being tall, slim, and fashionable, when my true anguish lies in ...

... LAUNDRY.

Moment of Misery #1

10.08 pm: I put cooking of dinner on hold and rush down to the laundry room to move my clothes to the dryer, 20 minutes late (and everyone knows that the longer you leave wet laundry in machine, the mouldier your clothing smells).

10.10 pm: Washing machine says “3 minutes left.” Evelyn is puzzled but happy that she wasn’t in fact late.

10.13 pm: “2 minutes left.” Machine must be a tad slow.

10. 20 pm: “1 minute left.” Machine is asdfjkl; slow, but how long can a slow 1 minute last?

10.25 pm: “1 minute left.” Counts change in purse to kill time. (7 quarters, 3 dimes, 1 penny.) Tours the laundry room. Ponders upon perm press vs. brights vs. colors.

10. 30 pm: “1 minute left.” Asdfjl;kafsliaOL(H#nga. Jiggles nearby coin return buttons to kill time. Does plies, grande battements, developes. Tries to make conversation with washer.

10.35pm: “1 minute left.” ASDFJL;KAFSLIAOL(H#NGA. Sits in front of washer and attempts to get hypnotized by spinning clothing. Endures many a false alarm as washer goes through various stages of its last “1 minute” (gurgling, spinning, rocking, being silent).

10.40 pm: Machine stops HALLELUJAH remove clothing load clothing rush back to apartment more than half an hour after leaving and inhale cold dinner.

Omg.

But! That was not the end.

Moment of Misery #2

11.30 pm: Trot happily along to laundry room to collect laundry.

11.32 pm: LAUNDRY ROOM IS LOCKED.

Impending: Wake up at 7.30 am tomorrow morning to retrieve the wrinkliest clothing in the history of Wrinkly Clothing WHAT HAVE I DONE TO DISPLEASE THE LAUNDRY GODS do I not get good karma for never leaving undies behind, cleaning out my lint filters, etc??? No???

Nooooooo.

(And no, I do not think I am being overly dramatic.)