I had to do laundry today. I normally do it on Monday but I wasn’t doing anything so I figure I’d do it now.
I live in a Co-Opt and we have laundry rooms on site. I’m walking down the stairs to the laundry room and look in the window to see if any of the washers are open. There’s four washers open, 32, 33, 34, and 35. A young girl is in the room putting clothes in washer 32. I go into the room and she’s putting clothes in washer 34 also. Now I’m thinking she’s gonna put stuff in 33 also. I ask her if she’s going to use 33. She says no.
To me this makes no sense. My “Monk” comes out. Why would she go from washer 32, skip 33, then go to 34? I asked her if there was something wrong with 33. She said no. I was hoping she would give some kind of hint why she skipped 33.
Anyway, I put my clothes in washer 33 and 35, with her clothes between mine. I go to pick up my laundry later and there’s nothing wrong with 33.
If I was ever married to this girl, it would drive me crazy.