One of the things I like about the building I live in is the dry cleaners in the basement. I usually drop off a bunch of laundry and dry cleaning once a week so I can maintain my lazy lifestyle and not do laundry. Laundry is like prison time for me. Dates back to when I was like 11 and my Mom started making me do the laundry. Since she was into all that keeping the apartment clean stuff, I had to wash and fold everything in the laundry room in our building. Man was it hot in the summer and cold in the winter down there. So now when I think of doing laundry I relate it to really bad conditions. Well that is the story I tell myself when I fork over $15 a week to have my stuff washed and folded for me.
This week I had a bit of an issue with my laundry. I picked it up Tuesday night and never started to unpack it until late that night. When I did, I realized that it wasn’t my laundry. I had just switched to a new generic white mess laundry bag and all my stuff was in it encased in a plastic garbage bad. Someone else also had a mesh bag and the laundry got them mixed up. Man was I pissed, but at least I had clothes and towels for the next day.
I went back on Wednesday and thankfully right as I walked in the lady stated that she bet I had the wrong laundry. In 2 minutes I had my stuff and was off. It was a close call. It could have gone allot worse. That was my brush with craziness on Tuesday.