|Laundry hung over street in Shanghai, Chin|
I, however, am the laundry room clown. I don't do it purposely. Who would want to be the clown? Yesterday I headed off to the laundry will three small loads of wash. In those loads I had a mattress pad, a set of sheets and assorted small items of clothing. Simple...right? I was planning on being done in about an 1hr give or take a few minutes. Three hours later I finally finished with my wash. I had managed to do the following:
- Pay twice for one load of laundry (not a good start).
- Choose the machine that does not pump the water out for my mattress pad. It weight 175 lbs. dripping wet when I drug it across the room to a different washer!
- Go to the office and summon the repair man and the mop man and beg for my $2 back.
- Use the $2 to wash the mattress pad again in a smaller washer.
- Discover it was dirtier when it came out than when I put it in.
- Watch as the repair man put a sign on the machine that said "Not working!" (I could have done that!)
- Watch the mop man clean up.
- Go home to eat lunch...wash was going on automatic by now.
- Yell at my husband because I remembered that when he washed the day before he commented to a friend that he "didn't see what the problem was with me...he washed and everything when just fine".
- Yell at him again when he said that he would have just hung the pad on the line wet...that is what the guy did yesterday with his rugs.
- Yell at him again when I realized that he had know that the machine did not work, did not tell the office and let me go down there to such a day of misery.
- Yell at him again when he tried to talk to me when I came home for the final time.
The people in the laundry room were in stitches by the time I left...Have a wonderful afternoon they snickered. One woman even said she had a clock that always read 5 p.m. and a bottle of wine. I almost followed her home!