(I also can’t tell you how hard I struggled to turn that into a pun.
Jean-Paul Sartre wasn’t kidding when he said that Hell was other people. It is your fucking responsibility to take care of your own shit and be goddamned respectful of other people’s time and space, so get the fuck back where you came from or so help me -Īhem. Because look guys, as much as I miss them days, I am not in college anymore, and I am not touching your laundry, regardless of how clean it is - or should be, seeing as how it would be coming out of a dryer. The first few paragraphs were full of my epic dryer rant and casting plagues upon the houses of the souls who take up dryers at a laundromat by only putting five pieces of clothing in said dryer (“it makes them dry quicker, there’s more air to move around!”) and then leaving the laundromat to run other errands, thereby holding the dryers hostage until they return.
In a way, you guys are lucky I had started writing this review longhand while at the laundromat the other night.
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