Laundry Day (a guest post story)

So, my roommate has a funny story. This week's post is written by her. :)

Alright, I am one of Allie's many roommates and I have my own crazy college conundrum to share. One quiet Sunday morning/afternoon I decided to wake up early and be productive.

Ha, I'm never productive.

So, I got up around 11:00 (yes, that's early) and I was full of determination.

Determination to do some laundry.

If there is one thing in this world that I absolutely hate, it would have to be laundry. I absolutely HATE laundry. Anyway, I get up to do laundry.

Everything was just fine in the beginning, I started a load of whites and everything was going well. I realize it is a quiet Sunday which is when most people on our floor decide to do their laundry, so I'm sure to be considerate and not leave my stuff in there after it's done. Besides, I didn't want anyone touching my stuff in case I did take too long and they were brave enough to move it.

 Our washers take approximately 40 minutes per load and I had two. One white load and one colored load. When I walked in, the washer was free, so I was in luck and I started my first load. After 40 minutes were up, I walked in to move my whites to the dryer and put my coloreds in the washer. I notice that someone else's stuff was sitting next to the washer. Clearly they wanted the washer next, and I understood that, but I was going to finish mine first. That makes sense, right?

While I was in the process of switching someone else walks in hoping to to use the washer right away. I gave him an apologetic look and said, "I"m sorry, I'm just putting in my second load." He was very kind, understood and said he'd come back after I was done. My load of coloreds was now in the washer.

 Again, I realized I needed to be considerate and not waste anyone's time, so I walked in not even 2 minutes after my load of coloreds should have been done

and...the stupid boy who had put his stuff next to the washer was in there taking out my clothing!! 

This was not ok. 

I give him this look like, "Seriously? You seriously couldn't have waited 2 minutes for me to get in here and move my own wet clothing?!"

I awkwardly go to the dryer and take out the whites that had just finished in there so I can put the wet colored clothing in next. He finished putting his stuff in the washer and left. I sat there a couple of minutes longer thinking about it. The entire encounter was plain... awkward. 

 I had never really seen this boy before (because ALL the boys in this building suck and think they're God's gift to Earth because some of them are able to decently play football, I guess) and I had hoped to never see him again. Not possible since I live in the same building with him, but I had somehow managed to go this far without seeing him. 

There was still hope. 

Hope that I would never have to see his stupid bug eyes and squishy face again. Regardless of whether or not I would see him again, there was still one more possible awkward experience I had to survive: when I would go to take my coloreds out of the dryer.

What do I do?

I come 15 minutes early before my stuff in the dryer is done.

I sit and wait.. just sit and wait. I knew he would come around. I felt so mischievous and evil.

This time I wanted to control the awkward.

As expected, he walks in as soon as his load was done but mine still had 4 minutes left.

Washers take approximately 40 minutes and dryers take approximately 45.  He walks in with this very surprised look, he never expected me to be there. He thought he could walk all over me and get away with it. Not today buddy!! So, he sees me waiting, staring at him, sees mine isn't done and walks out. 

But, before the door shuts, I hear him mutter some pretty foul language under his breath. 

He returns as soon as those 4 mins were up, I take my stuff and leave without giving him another glance. After that I gave him the condescending name of, "Laundry Boy." 

But, there's more. 

Our other roommate, Jasmine, has been crushing on this black guy down the hall, Dreds, and so she's been hanging out with all of the guys down there. I described to her who Laundry Boy is and she figured out who I was talking about. One day, she brought me up and told him that I call him Laundry Boy. Luckily I haven't seen him since he found out I call him that, because I hear he calls me "Laundry B****." 

Every single time he comes up, I get so frustrated and yell, "I hate Laundry Boy!" After hearing me yell that Jasmine always says, "Ya know, hate turns to love." 

NO. 

If hate turned to love, then me and Laundry Boy would be soul mates. There's absolutely no way I'm going to allow myself to end up with that garbage. His face is awful, pretty sure he has minimal brain cells left, and his ego is out of control. 

I hope Laundry Boy hears me screaming my hatred for him one time. I seriously can't stand anything about that stupid boy and every time I think about him I'm near tears because I hate him so much. --

Thanks for your guest post. The social atmosphere of residence halls is rather strange, don't you think? I'm sure I'll think of more funny stories about it, like how the boys down the hall never seem to do their laundry until they have no shirts left, obviously, because they are ALWAYS shirtless when they walk to the laundry room. However, the funny piece I would like to add here is that this all occurred somewhere around the time of the Casino Night events, and we figured out that Laundry boy is Timid, and Dreds is Football Player. I like those names better, so I'll refer to them as Laundry boy and Dreds in the future. I'm sure this isn't the end of our encounters with those two...