Well, readers, what a week it’s been. I spent Saturday night in the ER because Allison sprained their ankle (everyone give them a kiss) and then I’ve done basically nothing of note since then but somehow I’m exhausted. Is adulthood just being tired all the time? Or am I tired all the time because I watch TikToks until 1am? The world may? Never know.
Do you ever have one of those moments where you’re like how did I get here? But not in a normal way, in a way that’s like, “everything that I did to led to this moment makes sense so then how did I end up with a soaking pile of laundry, ringing out each individual item of clothing on Vanderbilt ave for all the families enjoying open streets to see??” I, for one, couldn’t tell you. Everything I do is normal and correct and nothing weird ever happens to me so I’m never embarrassed. (Side note: I listened to the This American Life episode on embarrassment this week and now I think my dumb little embarrassing moments pale in comparison to those weirdos and/or maybe everyone on earth is actually just a big ole dummy at the end of the day :] - I think that’s the one.)
Anyway, it was Sunday, I layed in bed for most of the day since we got home so late. Then, I decided I should take advantage of the down time and do some laundry. Something great about my building is that we have laundry in the basement. But something terrible about that laundry in the basement is that it never fucking works and management continues to disregard our emails (yeah we have a communal email for our building yeah #solidarity).
It is cheap though or at least cheaper than the laundromat so I decided, you know what I’ll take a chance and use the machines today. And what that, was was a mistake. I used the washing machine and my clothes came out dripping wet, which they’re not SUPPOSED to. But this happens all the time with this machine so I figured, whatever. I put the clothes in the dryer (that also doesn’t work), knowing I’ll have to run it again in a bit. Then I go to Allison’s place to pick up some stuff for them (they’ve been staying at my place since it has an elevator and again, their poor ankle ]: ). I come back and check on my laundry, turns out, I put the clothes IN the dryer, put the quarters ON the machine but never pushed them in or turned the damn thing on. This somehow made my clothes MORE WET???? I don’t know.
So after this, of course, I felt like a dummy, but chalked it up to being sleepy, being overwhelmed, having a million things on my mind whatever - it was a dumb mistake but one that could happen to anyone.
I decided that, knowing these machines, it’d be better to take my clothes to the laundromat and use those dryers that I trust. I did and when I entered with the clothes, I also brought a trail of water behind me. The owner looked at me like I was crazy, got mad at me for trying to put such wet clothes in her machine, and she along with two random women told me I should go outside and ring out my clothes until they were no longer dripping and ready to go in the dryer.
I don’t know how many of you ring out sopping wet towels, but let me tell you it is NOT fun NOR easy (that’s right I said nor, I was an English major). Those things get damn HEAVY when they’re that wet and there also simply will not be a time when you can stop. There’s always more water to squeeze out.
Anyway, so that’s how I ended up there. Sweating profusely and twisting my underwear in full view of the public. It was a CLASSIC New York moment!!! The whole time (and I was there for a while), I kept feeling like I understood the sequence of events that led me here - even if they were really dumb, they still “made sense” - but the fact that I was standing there, doing that, right then??? How did that happen???? I couldn’t tell you.
It’s amazing that I still surprise myself, after all these years.
Anyway, that’s it for this week, thanks for reading! Here’s a picture of grand army plaza on Friday when it was nice out.
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