Thursday, May 14, 2009

Your laundry is NOT my laundry

Common decency... that's what it comes down to.

Doing laundry in New York City, for those of us certain tax brackets, is a communal experience. There's only a certain amount of washers and dryers to go around for ten million people. My wife and I are lucky in that we have decent laundry facilities in the basement of our building. There are four washers and two dryers for about sixty apartments, so it's tight- but it works.

Most of the time.

Which brings me to this question- How hard is it to remember what time you put your laundry in, so as to remember what time you need to go down to retrieve said laundry when it is finished? For some, it seems the answer is: Very hard. Example: Last night we were doing laundry, which my wife started before I got home. While we were putting our last load in the dryer, I noticed a pile of still-wet laundry sitting on the folding counter. "I took those out," my wife informed me, when she had put our stuff in the wash originally. And there it sat, while our next batch of clothes came out of the dryer- and who knows, it could have still been there in the morning.

Now, I don't want to have to handle other people's laundry- but I will (as will my wife, obviously). If your clothes are in my way of getting this pain-in-the-butt chore done, they will be moved. Respectfully, of course- I'm not going to throw them on the floor- but they will be moved. My allotted laundry time does not take into account your laziness. I repeat- I don't want to handle your laundry... and I shouldn't have to, either. Or would you like me to fluff and fold too??

Set an alarm. Or just look at a clock, and do the math. Understand that there are precious few facilities, and we all need a turn. Or were you absent the day in kindergarten they taught how to share? Or how about the day they taught how to tell time, at least? Missed that one too, huh?

Now, I am not unreasonable- if you are five minutes late in getting your laundry out- I am not gonna throw up a fuss. But when your wet laundry is still there after I have taken it out, and done four loads of my own? Give me a break, people. You're not the only person on the planet, stop acting like it.