i just went to put some clothes in the washer and this turd is like HELLO and i’m like hi and he’s like WELL THERE YOU GO THERE’S ONE WASHER FOR YOU and i’m like oh you took three and i get one? and he goes YES SORRY I PUT MY CLOTHES IN THEM ALREADY and i look and he has like four pairs of shorts in one and like a few towels in another and like a few t-shirts SPREAD OUT OVER THREE MACHINES and i have a massive load and he couldn’t even give me one! so i made a big production of putting the clothes in all slow and shit and he’s standing there grinning at me like a fucker douche with khaki camping shorts and fred penner beard and he goes again SORRY I ALREADY PUT MY CLOTHES IN and i just went yeah i get it
HIS CLOTHES WERE IN BUT HE DIDN’T PUT DETERGENT ON THEM YET.
fucking fucking !!!!!!!!!!!!! blaaaaaaaaaaaa!
now the rest my day is going to revolve around laundry cos i have two more loads that’s it i am going to write a scathing letter and tack it on the bulletin board in the laundry room.
now i have to go hang around down there to get a dryer i swear if he uses all three dryers for his light loads i am going to stab him.
***UPDATE
ok i like him again i got a dryer before he did, he was down there reading and i dove for a dryer and put a second load in my washer and the dryer i got was the one that goes for a full hour and the washer doesn’t go unbalanced I RULE so now HIS life will revolve around laundry today I WIN also this other woman who always gives me attitude came down with a cart full of clothes and saw that all the machines were in use and i got to give her attitude saying I AM USING THIS MACHINE.
i need to have a success cigarette.
I fucking hate laundry drama. it’s such a pain in the ass. I wish I was rich and could afford little women to do my laundry. fuck this, I’m just turning my boxers inside out.
Sometimes I look back at all the times I was bitchy or had my day ruined by someone I don’t even know over something that probably shouldn’t even matter. And I say to myself, I’m not going to let things like this affect me anymore, because it’s stupid, and I’m better than that. But then somebody does something like the guy in your story, and I remember that OH YEAH, it’s everyone else on the planet that’s stupid. How can I not let an entire planet of smirking morons affect me just a little bit. The world is lucky I don’t go ballistic every five minutes. And then when I’m exploding at some guy trying to hold TWELVE SEATS in a row in a full movie theatre, and my husband glares at me, I’m forced to go ballistic on him, too. Thanks for backing me up, hubby. Grr.