You know it’s time for laundry when you go into your sock draw in the morning and all you have to wear are these bad boys:
dorky attractive. Sorry Dad, I know that’s your style. 🙂 Anyway, clearly it was a laundry emergency. Unfortunately, I had the inconvenience of needing to go to work, so I had to wait until the evening to put up a load. After fighting my roommate for the washing machine (and by that I mean she generously offered to let me go first), I dug up my quarters and headed down to the dark and dirty area we like to call the basement. Meet Ron, he lives in the laundry room:
Although I love my apartment, I will admit the laundry room is
a little completely disgusting. As is the basement. As are the stairwells. Hmm….
The state of things around here have left me with no choice but to believe the warning sign in the laundry room is a complete and utter lie:
Did you notice Ron in the above picture?