One of my most hated chores is doing the laundry. Up until college, my mother did my laundry, so I never realized how much it sucked. I remember when I was in college, I made a blog entry along the lines of, "I will probably have to do my own laundry for the rest of my life dammit." But now I have my own washer and dryer, so it isn't quite as bad. I don't like doing it, but it isn't quite as horrible.
However, before getting my own W/D, I had years of horrible communal laundry experiences. I used to whine incessantly about "laundry assholes." A laundry asshole is defined as anyone who does their laundry in a communal laundry room and is not me.
I used to get SO ANGRY when I'd get down to the laundry room and someone had taken my clothes out of the washer or dryer for me. Inevitably, they had put the clothes somewhere unacceptable, because there were never any clean surfaces in the laundry room.
There was one occasion in my adult life when I came down to transfer my clothes from the washer to the dryer. I noticed that there were still two minutes left on the washer, so instead of standing there staring at the washer, I went to this adjoining room and sat down on a couch. I was literally three feet away from the washer.
I was in there maybe two minutes and thirty seconds, then I came back to transfer my clothes. And to my shock, there was already a woman there who was pulling them out of the washer. She must have seen the washer stop running and instantly started pulling my clothes out. And even when I announced to her that they were my clothes, she continued pulling them out. It was like, "I'm RIGHT HERE. Can you STOP TOUCHING MY UNDERWEAR PLEASE?"
Jeez, can't a person have sixty seconds to get her clothes out?
And on the other side of things, when I was in med school, I would constantly get frustrated because people would leave their clothes in the washer or dryer for indefinite periods of time. The machines were always full but not running.
One day, thwarted by four full (but not running) washers, I removed the clothes from just one washer (even though I really had enough clothes for two). I squeezed all my clothes into that one washer, and as I was turning it on, this guy came in and gave me this astonished look and said, “You took my clothes out?” He acted like I had just murdered his family or something. He claimed the rule was that I had to wait for ten minutes before taking someone’s clothes out.
Excuse me? Am I just supposed to stand there for ten minutes and wait around like an idiot? I have to assume when I got down there that the washers that are stopped have not stopped at the instant I got down there. So presumably the person has already had a grace period of ten minutes or so.
Anyway, I graciously apologized to the guy. Then after he put his clothes in the dryer and left, I took some trash from the trash can and threw it in with his clothes.
Who's the laundry asshole now, huh?