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An Open Letter to the Lady in the Laundry Room
Dear Lady,
I don’t know you, but I’ve seen you around. You’ve lived in this building longer than I have because I remember seeing you the day I moved in. We’ve never really exchanged words, but today I came close to telling you a thing or two.
Look, I’m the first one to admit that apartment living isn’t always ideal. And having to wait for a washer or dryer is near the top of the list of inconveniences we face. I’ve had to wait, more than once, sometimes for several hours. It sucks.
I do my best not to make people wait. I throw my stuff in and go back upstairs to my place. I make specific note of the time. It takes 31 minutes for a wash and 60 for a dry. I return to the laundry room as close to the end of each cycle as I can. I’m usually there before my clothes are done.
I do this for 2 reasons. First, I don’t want to make others wait. Second, I don’t want others touching my stuff. People have a bad habit of removing other people’s laundry from the machines if they have to wait more than 2 minutes. I don’t do that. Why? Because I don’t want to touch your stuff either.
So imagine my surprise when I came downstairs and found your hands inside the dryer, pulling out my clothes and tossing…
