I was at the laundry mat down the block today because the people that live in my building can’t seem to use the right laundry detergent. The washing machine only works with high-efficiency liquid. The problem is, someone, insists on using regular powder. This causes the machine to “jam up” for some reason. When it “jams up” the washer fails to pull the water out of the clothes in the final spin cycle. This leaves standing water in the washer and my clothes soaking wet. When this happens, the laundry is incapable of being dried in the dryer. Every time it happens, I would have to call the building super to reset the washing machine with a little key he has. Since he’s never around when I call… I’m left with a laundry basket of soaking wet clothes… and no solution. When the super finally does respond to my message and fixes the machine… there is still no guarantee that the machine will work… as I have found out on more than one occasion. Since this has happened at least five times, I decided to start doing my laundry down the block at the mat. I packed all of my dirty clothes into my granny cart and hit the road. I figured I would rather spend the time in transit (getting my exercise) than to wait on someone else to do something.
While I spent my time there waiting to move my clothes from washer to dryer, dryer to the table… I take time to appreciate this diverse group of people I had the pleasure of being around – ones I would have never known had my washer been reliable.
