PirateFish989
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About half way through my wash, there was a kerfuffle in the laundry room. This lady needed to do a wash but all of the washers were full. Mine was still going but the others were finished. She left and came back a few minutes later. Same situation. She asked me what she should do.
Remember: I had the hat, the shirt AND the big boy shorts: I looked like I knew something.
I confessed that I didnt know what Disney World laundry protocol was but back in college if someone had their stuff in the wash and you needed it, you could take it out. We actually would dump it on the floor. I didnt counsel this lady to do any such thing. But when she asked, do you think I can just put it in one of these baskets? I said I thought that seemed reasonable.
She emptied one washer into the basket on wheels and started her wash. Then she left. I was watching the TV and drinking mug of pop and now closely guarding my stuff in the dryer. It was another 20 minutes or so before the lady whose wash had been removed showed up. She was in QUITE A RAGE when she found her clothes out of the washer.
If I calculated it correctly, she left her wash in there for about an hour. Also, as we later discovered, she had her stuff in three different washers.
Im not taking sides in this thing, but if youre going to take three washers, you might want to be there when the cycles finish. If not, you shouldnt get huffy if someone moves your stuff.
And washer lady got pretty darn huffy.
So I couldnt very well watch the tv with her huffing and puffing.
Then basket lady came back. And I just knew there was gonna be a cat fight. My money was on basket lady. She looked like she could throw down. But there was mostly just a lot of fake niceties. When washer lady left, basket lady asked me if shed said anything. And I wondered where Potsie and Ralph Malph were. I played it down because there was no point in telling her how huffed up she was. But then washer lady came back in because her bra was missing.
My clothes had finished drying but I hated to miss what was coming next. So I folded them. S L O W L Y. There then ensued an intense search of every machine: washer and dryer for the bra. With her eyebrow raised, washer lady asked basket lady if shed seen it when she took her clothes out. Basket lady had not. I offered that I hadnt seen it either. Not that I was looking for it. But I think I would have noticed a green bra.
She put her clothes in a couple of dryers and stood around this time.
Basket lady also wasnt leaving.
Then another lady showed up to get her stuff out of the dryer.
I unfolded and re-folded my clothes.
Basket ladys husband/boyfriend/father? came in. She told him her green bra was missing. She didnt whisper.
Which bra? he asked.
The GREEN one! she spit back at him. How could he not know which one she meant?! I know it was in with my clothes but I cant find it now. Maybe it fell behind the machine when that lady moved my stuff.
That lady was in a conversation with the twins mom, but she heard washer lady. She snickered.
Whos the twins mom? Shes the lady who came in to get her clothes out of the dryer. She had twins. And they were up at 6:00 am running around her room. And the neighbors didnt care for it. So they banged on the door separating their room and asked them to keep it down.
She was a nice lady and I really did want to sympathize with her, but I think youve got to keep your kids quiet before 7 and after 11 at Disney World. So I found a nice way of saying I agree its hard to keep little ones quiet. I suggested they might do better in a non-adjoining room.
Meanwhile, washer ladys search for her green bra continued unabated. I caught her eyeing the clothes I was folding. Eventually she gave up and took her clothes back up to her room where, one imagines, she discovered her green bra hanging over the shower curtain.
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I HATE when people leave their clothes in the washer way after their cycle has been done! Come on people!
Actually, a similar incident happend just this weekend in my dorm's laundry room. I just couldn't help staying around to find out who would win the scuffle that I was pretty sure would be unleashed the moment I left.