Perils of communal laundry rooms

[ellarien]

Well, that was strange, not to say annoying. I'm doing laundry, and one of my loads was a pair of black pants and a dark paisley skirt. (I know, I know, but I don't think I even own a complete load of dark cold-wash things.) I was transferring things to the drier as someone else was starting wash loads, and when I turned round to get those things to go in the low-heat drying load, she was using the machine and claimed there'd been 'absolutely nothing' in there. I checked my other drier load, but they weren't there. Eventually, after the other woman left, I peeked in the machine -- and there were my pants and skirt, fortunately in another cold-cycle wash. I fished them out, wrung them out a bit, and threw them in the drier with some extra time, which will take them into the middle of West Wing, unfortunately.

Sigh.

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[kip-w.livejournal.com]

Happened to us when we used to use a laundromat, back in the Statesboro days. We usually went walking around when the stuff was running, and we came back to find that some dummies had put their drying on top of ours. So we took their stuff out and put it in a basket. Darn dummies.

[ellarien]

Communal laundry facilities really don't seem to bring out the best in people, do they?

At least my story has a happy ending; everything was dry before 7pm.