Must restrain fist of death...

[gridlore]

So, I have to work tonight. Needing clean clothes, I gather up a pile of jeans, t-shirts, socks and other things, and pile them into the washing machine. Forty-five minutes later, I pile them into the dryer, and go to feed the machine it's required silvery sacrifice.. and the coin slot is jammed. Close inspection shows that some moron tried to jimmy the coin slot.

Now I have clothes hanging all over the place, hoping they'll dry to some extent in the next 2.5 hours.

I will kill the next person to breaks the damn washing machines.

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[biomekanic.livejournal.com]

And the question is?
What is the number one thing I don't miss about living in an apartment that doesn't have it's own washing machine/dryer.

Sorry to hear about that, I've played that game as well as the "I'm not running a laundry business out of here, it's just that I have a big family game"(5 sets of machines tied up from when they opened the laundry room at 7am till they closed it up at 10pm), the "I bet his clothes will fit me" (when I confronted the thief, he offered to sell them back to me), any my personal favorite "Who threw the oily grease rag into my load of whites! SOB!"

If you have access to a dryer rack, two fans pointed at each other (one on each end) in a hot, sunny room can work wonders. Hopefully the humidity is low.
Good luck.