Bite my ass. What do you think you are, lord of the laundry room? I got up at fucking 6:30 on a Saturday morning so I could get my 2 loads of laundry done before the pricks like you who apparently own the washers and dryers come in and use 4 at a time to wash every article in your apartment.
And my dryers were almost finished. Are you to stupid to feel that they are still warm, and the motor is still running? I like my clothes folded, that way I don’t have to iron as much. Just because I’ve taken them out of one dryer while it was running doesn’t mean that I’m going to empty the other one yet. You don’t need to keep opening it. AND if you do open it, restart the damn thing after you close it. And if my underwear falls out when you open it, is it so hard to put it back in? It is clean if it’s in the dryer. That’s why I wash my freakin’ clothes.
And don’t keep looking at me and sighing. I’ll fucking move slower. I can make folding my clothes last a good hour if you keep doing that. And not empty that dryer until I’m done folding the first load. Because I’m not going to. I live in this complex too.
Oh, and thanks for spilling bleach on the counter and not wiping it up. Yeah, it was a small spill. But gee, I wanted that spot on my maroon turtleneck. And I had wiped down the counter before I started folding, because I learned my lesson once when I didn’t do that. Wherever did that come from? You think it’s funny to do that? I fucking don’t. You little hyper ass, bleach spilling, laundry room prick. Learn some respect for other’s clothing and the money I paid to use the washer. One of these days, it’ll happen to you. It won’t be me, at least not on purpose, but it’ll still be funny.
Oh, and to whoever decided to wash pink shag carpeting and leave the remains in the washer? I’m not your mother, and she doesn’t live here. And if she did, you’re an adult anyway. clean up after yourself. We don’t think you’re cool because you have that carpet. We just cuss you for letting us end up with pink fuzz all over our supposedly clean clothes. I’m sure my boss will love it if I come in with pink fuzz hanging everywhere. Good thing I own a lint brush. I wasn’t raised in a freakin’ barn. My mama taught me to respect my things, and other people’s. Guess you weren’t listening when yours tried to.
So, you stupid moron, what makes you think there will be a machine open at the minute you want it? Don’t bitch at me when all six machines are in use. If you’d listened to me when I started to tell you that my machine will be finished and not skulked off like the immature snot you obviously are, you’d have been done with your laundry in a reasonable time. No, you sulked and bitched and moaned under your breath something “selfish assholes who won’t let other people use the laundry room.”
And, while we’re talking about you, how about the selfishness of your procrastination??? If you’d done your laundry earlier in the day, when you could have taken your time and not made other people wait for machines “because you had to be at so-and-so’s house to watch the Vikings game”. Too fucking bad. I wait till the Vikings games to do most of my wash because of shitheads like you.
You’d felch a dead goat, but you’re too stupid to know where to put the straw. Bitch.
Gad, this brought back all the horrors of those years of apartment laundry rooms.
My absolute, froth-at-the-mouth, devolve to feral rage worst hate? The cretins who’d pull my half-dry laundry out of the dryer in the rush to do their soooo much more important loads.
But a close second were the shoplifting, bathwater-sipping, trashy slobs who didn’t bother to clean the lint traps on either the washers or dryers when they were done. No wonder the machines didn’t clean well and broke down often! I hated having to clean their crap outta the filters.
Some waterhead actually put shit in a dryer in the complex I used to live at.
What The Fuck? Was the shit too wet to your liking, and you thought a few runs in the permanent press cycle would put the feces at the proper level of dessicance?
Communal laundry rooms suck - no question. And I respect your points of contention. But please make sure you follow my requests as well.
Since there is a limited supply of dryers in the building, please be in the laundry room when your cycle is over. I hate to take other people clothes out of the dryer, but when your cycle has been done for as long as it has taken me to wash my clothes, I don’t feel as guilty. Not my fault you can’t tell time. When you start the cycle, the dryer displays in large number “XX MINUTES REMAINING”. Do the math and get back here on time.
Also, see that sign that says you can only use one washer and dryer at a time? I followed it. So if you are folding one load out of one dryer, and another one of yours finishes, you had best start folding quicker. As I say, I hate to take other people clothes out, but my time is important too. I don’t care if you got there before me. Doesn’t give you the right to break the (non-enforced by building management - it is on the honour system) rules.
Which also ties into msrobyn’s complaint. Of course you realize that I am not walking into the laundry room now because I was watching T.V., but because I was at work. Stop watching the soap operas during the day and do your laundry then because I certainly don’t have that option.
The only good thing about a shared laundry room is that it serves as excellent motivation to save as much money as possible so as to buy my own house with my own washer and dryer… That will be the life…
My complex laundry has no such “one washer/dryer at a time rule”. I am always there when my laundry finishes, and most of the time I take it out early. That’s why i get up at 6:30 saturday morning and go over there in the cold.
I sure as hell can tell time. I can also clean up after myself. AND I can walk 10 feet across the laundry room to use the dryers that are free, rather than opening someone elses.
That said, if my laundry finished, and I wasn’t there- I would have NO problem with someone taking it out and setting it on the counter or the bench. In that case, I would be the inconsiderate one.
I’m still stewing about this. How sad of me. Of course fighting the “oh my god, it’s sleeting in atlanta” traffic didn’t help at all. Anyone who got in my way today can bite my ass.
That would be a great solution. Provided of course that there was another dryer to use. Some brilliant genuis decided when designing this building that a 5 washer to 3 dryer ratio was ideal. Dipshit. Maybe I should start a new thread in the Pit - Fucking Idiots Designed My Building.
I do this. I carry a kitchen timer with me when I start and change my loads. I’m there usually before the machine stops.
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My apartment complex posts no such rules. And I take my clothes back to my apartment to fold them. I wasn’t the only one using the laundry room at the time. I was, however, the only person there.
So when am I supposed to do my laundry? I work, too. And I am considerate about the times when I do laundry. This incident took place on an otherwise quiet Sunday afternoon. I do my laundry when I know others are watching the game. I was commenting on the other person’s rudeness and nerve that she could assume that others would acquiesce to her schedule.
In an ideal situation, we’d be able to reserve times and numbers of washers and dryers so crap like this wouldn’t happen. It’s not an ideal situation, so we’ve got to make the best of things.
Agreed about people not keeping an eye on the cycle time.
Don’t worry, I won’t throw your shit on the floor, I just piss in the machine (Dam Honey, how did those yellow streaks get on my white shirt?)
Well, sometimes I want to, but I’m too freakin nice.
Think about that, you inconsiderate laundry hogs!
Fella bilong missus flodnak and I used to live, pre-kids, in a building with eight apartments and one communal washing machine. (No dryer.) European washers only have an intake for cold water; they then heat the water to the desired temperature. This means you have a wider range of temperatures to choose from, but it also means the cycle takes longer, and the higher the temperature, the longer it will take. Obviously.
Which made it all the more annoying when one particular eediot would take her turn at washing the common staircase. See, she had to wash the rag she used right away. In a separate load all by itself. At 90 fucking degrees Celsius. That’s just ten degrees short of the boiling point of water, kids. It took TWO HOURS to wash a single fucking RAG. What kind of dirty-shoe germs did she figure she had to kill??? I don’t even use water that hot on flod2k’s diapers, and they get baby shit in them :rolleyes:
When we found out we were going to become parents, we moved to a row house apartment and bought our own washer and dryer. Luxury!
I used to have to share the communal laundry rooms in my apartment complex, but no longer do I launder amongst the peasants! I remember your pain.
When the apartments we live in were remodeled a few months ago, one of the best new features was that they put w/d hookups in all the apartments. Now, for a mere $30.00 (20 loads worth of quarters) per month rental, I can do laundry, unimpeded, unbothered, whenever the hell I’d like, without having to deal with schmucks such as you long-suffering posters describe. Let alone schlep all that stuff back and forth, back and forth for an entire evening.
I also don’t feel like I have to wait to do laundry until I accumulate enough to make it “full”, cause I can adjust the washing load accordingly. I also have a gentle cycle and an extra rinse feature. We can, if we desire, put clothing in the dryer for a few minutes before we put it on so that it’s warm and snuggly. Heaven.
Remember, the best revenge on a dryer pre-emptor is half a red crayon.
Ah yes, those were the glory days, how long has it been? 2 months ago. Yep, this last time I moved my one desire was to get an apartment with a washer/dryer in it.
Fortunately, some apartment complexes leave the laundry open 24 hours. When living in those I found laundry much less taxing at 2 am.
Every time I go to my parent’s house, I’m like, “Hey, I can my laundry in my UNDERWEAR if I want to!” Not that I would, unless I were there alone. I mean, yikes.
I hate hate hate having to wear clothes to do laundry. I never get everything clean at once. And no, I do not have a ton and a half of clothes, I do about two loads a week.
I want to know, when my apartment complex was built, who the hell thought people wouldn’t want washer and dryer hookups? I’d PAY the extra money, I would.
You haven’t seen abused equipment and rude patrons until you do laundry at a college dorm.
“Hi, I found a free dryer and I’d like my clothes out of that washer you’re sitting on, please.”
“<heaves sigh> <rolls eyes> <shuffles ass slowly off washer with my clothes in it>”
Go sit on your own washer, inbred wench, or better yet find one of the carefully placed chairs lovingly provided by our uber-dorm for your sorostitute ass. I may not pay for my friends, but at least I put more than one article of clothing in a dryer at a time.
And you, young sir, should have figured out how to sort clothes and add soap before leaving your drooling mother who, I’m sure, loved to fold your favorite cargo pants just so. I don’t. I have my own stuff to lug and just because I have boobs does not mean I have any care to help you with the learning process. No, I don’t know how to get puke out of your shirt, I don’t get that drunk.
Ahh yes, the wonders of 2 am where I have the laundry room to myself with no other inhabitants. I have a single room for a reason, I don’t live with you and I’m certainly not in the mood to deal with you while I’m doing laundry.
People who steal clothes out of the dryer. Nice shirt, jeans, whatever – zoomp! Gone.
Laundry-jackers who hang around and wait until you leave, then put in their smelly laundry with yours to “go along for the ride”, and pull it out later before you come back. Anyone else have trouble with this? Sometimes they don’t get to it soon enough and I come home with some weird stuff.
How anyone could be that low is beyond me… 75 cents is not THAT much!
Six washers in the laundry room. When my mom does laundry, she does four loads at a time. She is very good about watching her cycle time and not leaving it in there long after it’s done.
When I do laundry, I do it on the installment plan- two loads at a time, so I’m not hogging washers and dryers.
Also, this breaks my laundry up into bite-sized chunks, so I’m not folding six loads all at once.
Plus, I work nights now, and spending all night doing laundry gives me something to do on my nights off so I can maintain my sleep cycle.
I really hate it when somebody takes up all six washers or dryers at once. Even a mother with a bunch of anklebiters doesn’t need to do this. There’s no law that says you have to do all your laundry on the same day of the week. Do a load or two every other day, for Pete’s sake. Don’t tell me you don’t have time. Laundry is not all that time consuming- most of the time is “wait time” that can be spent doing other things until the machine is done with your clothes.
And your seven year old is old enough to help with the folding.
