How Almost, I Had To Kill Someone

I am, for the most part, a happy and peaceful person.

While I am a ginger and prone to quick flashes of anger.... and to sunburns... I rarely want to actually hurt people.

Unfortunately,

today was one of the times that I did.

I have a lot of clothes, which means that I can go a long time without having to do laundry. Which also means that when I actually get around to doing laundry... I have a lot of it to do.

Like today.

So I get up, later than I should have, but I was up late last night watching scary movies and I had no school today. So give me a break.

Anyways, I got up, and decided that it was finally time to do some clothes washing. I got all my clothes, barely managed to fit them all in my giant laundry bin, and carried it to the laundry room.

Then.

The trouble started.

I got two washers; one for whites, one for everything else.

I started them, and then went back to my apartment to drink Dr. Pepper and watch How I Met Your Mother.

When I went back to switch the loads into the dryer, I noticed something was a wee bit off.

My whites were all sparkly and clean,

but my darks... oh dear.

Some of them weren't even wet, and they were all covered with soap.

I didn't get upset, I just decided to run the washer again.So half an hour I came back...

somehow the washer died half way through the cycle and my clothes were now submurged in a pool of murky soap water.

Now I was pissed.

I had used up all my quarters washing them the second time, and they were nowhere near clean. I decided to switch to a different washer, put my basket on top of it, and scampered to my apartment to get more quarters.

Now, I was only gone for 3 minutes tops.

It's not like I foolishly and needlessly abandoned my laundry, but when I returned...my basket was on the ground

and some

arrogant

PRETENTIOUS

Inconsiderate

FOOL

had put their clothes in my washer.

I had been trying to have clean clothes for nigh unto 2 hours by now, and I had to wait for some idiot who just waltzed on in and stole my washer on a whim, until I could finish.

I was livid.

Oh yes.

Livid.

I may have cursed

and even

cussed

just a little bit.

All I wanted was clean, dry, clothes!!!
Is that too much to ask for??!?!?!

Apparantley it was

because I had to wait another hour

and a half

to get my laundry all washed and dried.

It was a long, tough battle my readers.

But I endured to the end,

and am currently wearing my lovely

clean, dry, and warm clothes.

The End.