Sep. 25th, 2009

bardic_lady: (starbuck - questions your sanity)
Okay, I have to share this with y'all. The apartment upstairs of me is inhabited by a trio of second year undergrad boys. They're very nice and it isn't their fault that sound travels so well in the house.

And they're angels for letting me do my laundry at their place, since it is a) free and b) doesn't require a bus ride with laundry and three or four hours stuck in the laundromat.

All these things being true, the following is still hilariously WTF.

So, all my laundry's been through the washer and I'm waiting for one of them to get his stuff out of the dryer. When he does, I go about my business, put my darks in the dryer and, as is habitual, check the lint trap. The lint trap has literally 2-2.5 INCHES of lint caked on it. It's pressed so deep that I almost can't get it all off. When I'm done cleaning it and starting my load, I go upstairs to say "Y'know, you might wanna clean your lint trap a little more regularly."
The two of them look at me completely blankly. One says "I didn't know we had a lint trap". The other says "Where is it?" I explain the mechanics of lint trap to them. Guy A says "Maybe that's why our dryer hasn't been working too well..." I say "YES."

Seriously, what did they do last year in uni when they were doing laundry? I am baffled.

Things that should be taught in high school. HOW TO USE A DRYER.

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I must be sad when I have cause and smile
at no man's jests, eat when I have stomach and wait
for no man's leisure, sleep when I am drowsy and
tend on no man's business, laugh when I am merry and
claw no man in his humour...
I had rather be a canker in a hedge than a rose in
his grace, and it better fits my blood to be
disdained of all than to fashion a carriage to rob
love from any: in this, though I cannot be said to
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a muzzle and enfranchised with a clog; therefore I
have decreed not to sing in my cage. If I had my
mouth, I would bite; if I had my liberty, I would do
my liking: in the meantime let me be that I am and
seek not to alter me.

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