Posts Tagged ‘the perils of laundry’
Like most sensitive, self-assured 21st century males, your favorite blogger kind of likes doing laundry. It dates back to my college days, when I’d do laundry in a room with a dozen washers and a dozen dryers. It was like doing chores in a submarine! So this afternoon, I got home from work, threw a load of socks and underwear in the washer, and hopped in the shower.
Upon arriving in the basement of my apartment building to put my wet clothes in the dryer, I was met with a note that informed me that, apparently, the dryer is broken, and instead of wasting coins, I should dry my clothes on my (non-existent) deck or in my (insufficiently large) bathroom. Was the note-writer the same person who discovered the dryer was broken in the first place and didn’t immediately leave a note? Who’s to say. As a man of action, I couldn’t dwell on such issues.
That’s right, a man of action. What did you think? That when I’m faced with any sort of adversity, even the most trivial kind, that I would just run away and sulk on my blog? Ha! Not likely!
My first instinct was to hang my stuff on a bunch of chairs, but I don’t have nearly enough chairs for that. How best to maximize the little space and few chairs I had?
One word, six letters: brooms.
Once I made this brilliant realization, it was a cakewalk to get everything hung up. When I ran out of brooms, I grabbed the mop. When I ran out of mops, I sifted through the closet and found a curtain rod. I was on a roll!
No more curtain rods! How about some wiffle bats? How about some novelty costume canes? (You might remember those from this Halloween costume.) And for the home stretch, I used the ironing board and Rocket Red, my old lady cart. Ding ding ding!
So, crisis averted. Instead of wasting time and money (and taking my clothes out of the building. Ew!) going to the laundromat, I used my quick wits, craftiness, and resources to construct a series of makeshift clotheslines. Now I can’t wait for those stiff, linty socks for the next two weeks.