Laundry

Ahhh the art of doing laundry in an apartment. Its a complex tango filled with timed movements and intricate steps. First there is the cursory inspection to see if the machines are available....you even have to take into consideration the clothes in the dryers. Next there is the mad dash to gather clothes, detergent, fabric softener, and yes the very elusive quarter. You find yourself facing the washing machine with a mound of clothes knowing that you must now exhibit your abilities in the fine talent of separation....dark, white, delicate, sheets...what dry clean only?!? NOOOOO!!! How dare you intrude on our intimate paring of soap and dirty clothes! Now's the time for the passionate pouring of the Tide and Downy followed by the deep dipping of the clothes to be later spun into a torrent of soapy water and what is soon to be clean springlike smelling fabric.

Yet we all know about the trips and missed steps that dampen the laundry experience...the folly of bleach, the errant sock, the damn red panty mixed with white t-shirts....delicacy must be encouraged at all times. Then there are always the uncertain moments when you are faced with the decision...should I take this person's now dry clothes out of the dryer and place it on the table or wait 10 to 15 minutes. Its a difficult question and one must consider the outcome...will some one exact revenge on my beautiful pile of nice heavenly smelling laundry? There is also the risk that someone might take your clothes and leave you feeling empty and hollow when your favorite bra goes missing and a pair of panties have disappeared. But when you are done and the mountain of clothes complete you are satisfied knowing that it is all fresh. And eventhough the harrowing experience has left you spent and tired you know that you'll have to dance this dance at least one more time...the next time you run out of clean underware.