Man, I am getting scared for the condition of my brain.
I am doing many loads of laundry that have backed up as I had to rest my back recently.Just kind of going through loads, and at the proper time I went to move a set from the washer to the dryer. I immediately noticed notice there was something wrong. Somebody had dribbled some kind of weird smelling greasy blue dye on my clothes. What kind of bastard would do that. They were in the only in the washer maybe 2 minutes after cycle ended, I have it well timed.
I looked through and was glad to see they did only dribble on the top, they didn’t stir it up at least. And they are completely dry too:confused:, not only why, but how hell the hell did some son of a bitch dry my clothes that quickly and pour blue dye on them? They even put more coins into the slots, what a freakin’ wierdo!!
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My rage only grew to a 4 out of ten before the obviousness of another stupid brain event cleared up, so started the wash cycle for real this time.
I’m good at throwing everything in the machine, starting it, and forgetting to close the cover, so when I go back to put it in the dryer, all my clothes is just sitting in a full washer, soaking.
I used to use a laundromat. I always used two machines at once. One time I left to run some errands, and came back to discover one machine completely empty. Someone had stolen half of my stuff! I dried what was left, bought more underwear or whatever really needed replacing, and vowed to never again leave my clothes unattended. The following week, I returned to the laundromat. I opened a machine to see if it was empty, and there were my(now extremely smelly) clothes. It had been the first time I wasn’t able to get two machines side-by-side, and I had totally forgotten.
Could it possible have been a melted pod or clump of detergent powder that shook loose from the lid during the spin cycle and only partially dissolved? Or maybe someone put a pod in the wrong machine. Those things are really concentrated!
I think we’ve already established the culprit - wolfman’s brain.
I was making supper one day a few months ago, and I came back after half an hour or so to see how supper was coming along, to stone cold pots and pans, since I hadn’t turned the stove on. :smack: So, you’re what, mid-40’s, wolfman?
Some times when I go to my mother’s apartment I’ll get in the elevator press and press the button and I wait and wait, then I realize I was pressing the button for the floor I’m already on.
I used to use a drip to make coffee; I’d set everything up, go to the bathroom, and return to a full can of get-me-through-the-day-juice. Once, however, when I got the can, I discovered nothing but hot water inside it—I’d forgotten to put the coffee in the filter. OK, so I did that, started everything up again, prepared the rest of my breakfast, only to discover that I was still left with a can full of hot water, and the grounds in the filter perfectly dry. I’d forgotten to pour the water back into the machine, which had been running empty… :smack:
Then there’s the time I found my car keys in the fridge. Mind you, I wasn’t looking for them, just wanted to grab me a snack, and ‘who put those there?’.
Or once, I was expecting some friends coming over, was listening to music downstairs, but suddenly wasn’t sure whether I’d hear the bell. So I thought, better give it a try, went up, opened the door, approached the button with my finger… Yeah, I didn’t really think that all the way through I suppose.
One time, at the apartment building laundry room, some jerk opened up the dryer my clothes were in, and just left them there, didn’t even start up his own laundry.
Probably covering his tracks by making it look like the door popped open by accident. What a jerk.
My son came in the other day and wanted to know why someone was microwaving the pepper grinder.
I had removed my soup from the microwave, peppered it, put the pepper “away” in the microwave, and closed the door. (I’m just glad I didn’t turn it on!)
It could be far worse. I used to have a couple of roommates who would turn on a burner for a frying pan or kettle, then go take a nap. They destroyed more of my cookware…
When I was a senior in high school I went on a band trip. I bought something and then later on discovered a ton of money in my pocket. A TON! I figured I got the wrong change (like $100 worth of wrong change) when I bought that first thing. It was awesome! We were at a fancy little mall, and I bought a few frivolous things.
I don’t remember the actual circumstances of what the money actually was, or why I’d had it with me, but it turned out the money was money I had collected on behalf of a group and needed to present it to someone else. It was neither my money nor found money.
I was so pissed at myself. I had to borrow the money I’d spent from my dad and then pay him back. I kept that shit I bought with the “found” money for a long time, even though it was mostly junk, just out of … principle?
