Never Leave a Sock Behind!

Last night was a much need laundry night for yours truly,i had gotten down to my last pair of clean underwear. So i headed over to my local Laundromat on Ontario Road and began the wonderful process of shoving 1,000 quarters into the machine. Sitting watching my clothes tumble over and over is not my idea of fun, so thankfully i had dragged Nick out with me to grab dinner while my clothes where in the dryer. Now, the laundromat's hours are 7:30am to 7:00pm but you would think that would mean that the last load would be at 7pm, like other laundromats do. But, nope! After Nick and I return with our bellys full of hot and sour soup, we arrived to find that they have locked up the laundromat exactly at 7pm, like they had some hot date to get to or something. My clothes still inside.

"Oh, you got to be kidding me!" I yelled. I immediately began to worry. That was a very important load of laundry trap behind those rusted iron bars and I was afraid I might never see them again. What a horribly embarrassing situation that would be. How to you shop again for ALL of your underwear? Walking up to the counter with 10 pairs of boxers just tells the clerk your life is in disarray. What do i say? That someone broke into my apartment and just robbed my dresser? How do you recover from that? Plus, i felt bad for my clothes. They were probably all very scared alone in the dryer, wondering if their owner had abandoned them and if they will ever have the pleasure of covering my ass and genitals again.

Thankfully, I ran over there this morning @ 7:30am to find them still in the dryer. Wrinkled but at least clean, dry and back in my loving arms again. Never again, my boxers. Never again I promise.