Tag: #Laundry

  • You Had the Win

    This isn’t about sports, though it was a crazy sports weekend.

    I am currently doing my laundry, and as happens sometimes, a dryer ate someone’s quarters. The guy who lost his quarters, asked to get his money back, and an argument ensued between him and the people who run the laundromat. The details don’t matter other than, at the end of the argument, the guy got his quarters back.

    But…

    When the guy got his quarters back, he proceeded to scream and yell that the people who run the laundromat, calling them scammers, and that they can’t be trusted, and are garbage. Which caused the people who run the laundromat to accuse the man of the same thing, and they just kept yelling at each other.

    The thing that I can’t wrap my head around is that the guy who got his quarters back won. He didn’t need to say anything else, he got what he wanted. But he had to spike the ball. He had to push it. He had to make things worse.

    Sure, some people can’t help themselves, but man…

  • Doing Laundry

    Monday is laundry day around here. The family laundry has been my chore since the kid was born. I used to get up… Well, the new born would get us up at 6am, and on Sundays, I would head out around that time, and walk the one block to the local laundromat. We had been going to that place for years, and all the people who worked there knew me, so it was a friendly place. (In fact, before the kid was born, we used to drop our laundry off and use their wash and fold service. But with a baby, we stopped using the service, and I started doing it all ourselves.) That was six and a half years ago when I started doing the laundry. The laundromat has gone through a renovation and a change in management, but now every Monday, I am there doing it.

    Recently, I started thinking about my chore of the laundry. It takes up two hour of my day, and sometime longer if I do or do not get help folding. It would be nice to have a washer and dryer in our apartment, or at least in the building, but even if that were true, it would still be a chore that I would have to do, and it would still take up time. But, the time really doesn’t bother me, as I am writing this while all the clothes are in the dryer.

    What I started thinking about is how I sort of feel fulfilled doing this chore. Like making dinner every night, I like that I provide a necessary service for my family. I don’t feel like I am being taken advantage of, or that this is a thankless job. I like that I am doing something that helps the family keep moving forward. I never thought I would get to the point in my life where I would enjoy doing laundry.