I hate doing laundry. I love to have clean clothes...but I find getting my flesh shredded by Billie when I try to comb her out or clip her nails is less painful than doing laundry.

But, in need of clean shirts and smalls, I toughed it out, and was nearly home free without too much aggrivation...when I went in to collect my dried clothes and some guy was in there starting a new wash load. He asked if he could start a load drying in one of the dryers (I had used the four that were in that laundry room). I told him I was planning to fold them...then noticed he'd dumped his wet clothes on the table I had planned to use to fold my clothes (the other table was piled with the finished laundry of someone who evidently forgot about their laundry). Of course, he very generously offered to let me take my time, but I dumped my clothes into the bin and dragged them back to the apartment to fold (shutting the cats out of the bedroom, much to their very vocal displeasure).

He couldn't understand my frustration...apparently it doesn't register in his mind that after spending $4.00 of my hard-earned money to DRY my clothes, it would have been pretty damned silly of me to put my clothes on a WET TABLE, now wouldn't it?

Asshole.

That's one area where living in Portland was better than the Bay Area. Most of the <30 y.o. apartments up there come with either washer/dryer or at least the hookups in the unit, so you don't have to put up with dumbasses who can't be bothered to time their laundry load and collect their stuff in a timely manner, or dumbasses like the guy noted above, or--my personal favourite--the asshole who stole my nice towels out of the laundry room!

Did I mention I hate hate HATE doing laundry?