Heh, if you went to Stanford in the 80s that might have been me. If I took a dryer, I always folded the clothes of the person I moved.
It weirded me out too if that makes you feel any better.
Use weather.gov instead - easy to use, and the source of everyone’s information anyway.
That is a good story (and I love what the firefighters yelled), but who the hell doesn’t know enough to not cram a dryer completely full?!? Or maybe that’s one of those things that I’ve known so long that it seems like everyone should know it.
Previous apartment complex didn’t have a folding table (laundry room was too small). I left my basket on the machine I was using, too. One washer and one dryer for 12 apartments, many dual-occupancy, is really not enough, and management had posted signs advising that if laundry was left in a machine after finishing and someone else needed the machine, the done stuff WOULD be moved. Sheesh, some of us would even fold the load being removed from the dryer (using the top of the dryer for folding).
I am so going to use that line forever. I’ll be sure to remember to put on as sincere face as I can.
For just that reason.
That was the funniest laundry story ever, but this was the best part. I loves me some firemen, but they do like to use their EQUIPMENT whenever they can.
They sure do look good doing it, don’t they 
I forgot my laundry rant whilst thinking about firemen.
I hated doing laundry in shared facilities so much that I chose to buy a trailer instead of living in apartments. The carpet was a lovely avocado green, the kitchen had been upgraded to harvest brown and the bathrooms had black and gold speckled tile.
There were other trailers in my price range (25,000 with land), but that was the only one that had inside laundry hookups. All the rest of them had the washing machines in the driveway.
I don’t know how cold it gets where you are, but that sounds like frozen pipe city to me, with possible laundrysicles and rusting machines (from rain).
In the part of Arizona where the trailer was and from previous info from flatlined, it does get cold by local standards but the people further North refer to those temperatures as “summer”. There would be rust but no laundrysicles.
Thanks. It can get a little tricky remembering who lives where when they don’t use the Location feature. 
She’s moved anyway, plus if all she said was “Arizona”, hey, there’s places where it snows. It’s only that if I was as good at remembering mathematical demonstrations as I am at remembering trivia, my college grades would have been a lot higher.
I pit Christmas. I miss my family all the time anyway, but at this time of year it’s just that much worse. At this point, I can’t forsee a future where I’ll ever have enough spare cash to afford a trip home.
Not only is the price of local public transit going up in Montreal, but they may also CUT services. That sucks big hairy donkey balls.
Must be something in the (frozen) air. Postal services, public transit… cut service - raise price? Sounds like a win/win. :dubious:
Jiminy knickers, my brand-new winter coat is a nugget of goat shit. It’s a nice looking peacoat that I ordered from Walmart online a month ago. Fits well, nice and warm, very cute. But both shoulder flap buttons fell off in the first week. Yesterday, one arm flap button fell off. Then one of the three main center buttons that holds the coat together just decided to fuck off somewhere between my office and the parking garage. I can’t even find it!
A retarded dog could sew better stitches than whoever pieced together this hunk of crap. I’ve bought plenty of Walmart coats over the years and never had buttons falling off left and right like this. >:[ And I won’t shop at Target either, because of the recent data breach (also I don’t really like Target). Guess I’ll have to buy a coat with a zipper next time 
Just preemptively resew all the buttons. Only takes a minute each.
I’ve heard that clear nail polish works good for keeping buttons attached, in case you’re like me and don’t know a thing about needle and thread
Soooooooo booooooooored. I don’t know what’s worse–the fact that I have to make it through this whole afternoon, or the fact that it’s going to be even worse next week but I still have to be here.
Oh honey, I’ve known you since high school. You’re the same fucking boring, self-absorbed, loud, obnoxious twit you always were. All you post on Facebook are selfies fishing for compliments (btw, you’re over 40 and you look it), little updates on your f- level “career” as a celebrity that no one’s ever heard of and how much you love cats.
I haven’t spoken to her in over twenty years and yet she’s exactly the same. I can’t decide whether to be amused, pity her or just marvel that some people cannot manage to grow up.
I’m on hold with my bank. Their hold music keeps breaking off into static. WTF?
That’s what I do. Buttons that are sewed on badly are (unfortunately) “normal” for clothes that I buy.
That’s a problem with trying to call anyone right now; if you get put on hold, you are forced to listen to Christmas music. {shudder}
Check out this young Darwin award hopeful I saw yesterday. Jaywalked in front of a bunch of cars, on an icy road, with his headphones on and paying attention only to his phone. This kind of thing is why I make a face like this :dubious: every time I hear about a pedestrian getting hit* - what were they doing when they got hit? Where they doing something as stupid as this kid?
*I walk all the time here - I know that the drivers suck complete ass, too. That’s why I never take my eyes off of them. As a pedestrian, you have to be responsible for your own safety.
