Perils of Laundry

Toronto

I’m waiting for the last 20 seconds on the dryer I’m using at my local laundromat. It finishes and I start to stuff my clean clothes into my duffle bag. I don’t wait or fold at any laundromat, I’d rather do it at home, wrinkled, in front of the TV and away from the “local fauna” that also use this laundromat.

Halfway through stuffing, I notice a yellowy pair of underwear. “Ew, SharkBoy, those are ugly!” I think to myself. Then I think “I’ve never actually seen him wear yellow underwear…”

I’m stuffing someone else’s laundry into my bag.

Repulsed and embarrassed, I start back-digging into my bag, praying to the mystical sky god that the actual owner doesn’t come back and see me rummaging round his personals.

When I get home I notice two pairs of “trendy” and incredibly small pairs of underwear that is neither of ours. I quickly run back to the laundromat, again praying to the magical sky puppet master that the owner was still not there.

I swear to you, if you had seen a guy run into the laundromat and leave two pairs of underwear in an occupied dryer, you might have said something. Thankfully our city is becoming more apathetic.

8 thoughts on “Perils of Laundry”

  3. Dead Robot

    Steven/Steve/Hockeyfan: We also picked up a size 28 pair of shorts. They were nice but I’ll never ever be a 28 again.

    Andrew: She was arrested last month for crack cocaine possession. The assistant to Pam called us to tell us to call the police if we saw her because her parole states that she can’t come into the Parliament/Carlton area again. We saw her twice since then and calling the cops seems to work. Not a sound!

  4. Hockeyfan960

    When I lived in the City, doing laundry at a “Mat” meant taking a risk….Sometimes u lost items and sometimes u gained items…It’s a crapshoot….I have gained a few “interesting” items along the way..

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