Today, in an unusual fit of productivity, I decided to do my laundry. I was also running out of clean clothes, but that's beside the point.
Anywho, I hauled myself and all my clothes over to the Village Center in order to use the washers therein. Unfortunately, they were all full.
"Nevermind," I said to myself, "I can drive up to the Trinity laundry room and do my laundry there."
And so I did. Me and my little red car hauled my laundry basket up the road, because I was too lazy to walk. I was also too lazy to find a pair of socks and some shoes. They didn't seem important until I realized that the change machine in Trinity was empty. Not that I noticed this until I looked up from where I was patiently trying to feed it a $1 bill and saw the little red light on, of course.
And so I dashed over to Gilbert Hall, to steal quarters from the change machine there. Which actually had quarters, I might add. It never had quarters when I actually lived in Gilbert Hall, but it has quarters now that I live down in the apartments. I only got about six strange looks from people sitting in the lobby for running around barefoot in 40-degree weather.
This is where I would insert my woeful tale of being forced to walk barefoot to school, through 4-foot snowdrifts, uphill both ways, but I was homeschooled. As a result, I usually wandered downstairs around 8, ate a leisurely breakfast, and curled up in the recliner to do my work. Unfortunately, this story doesn't produce as much sympathy in the audience.
But back to the adventure. I finally had my quarters, and I returned to Trinity in a victorious state of mind. And thus I finished my laundry.
And I also saw a funny X-Files episode involving a man who turned invisible, got run over by a semi, and wasn't found until a biker flipped over his body a day later.
The End.
Posted by Ardith at January 19, 2005 01:33 AM | TrackBack