I hope my pants don't fall apart today. While I'm wearing them.
Let me explain.
Last night, I realized that my laundry basket runneth over, and I should probably take care of the pile of clothes before it swallowed small children alive. So I put three loads in the wash, then came back to my apartment.
Then my roommates and I started interpretive dancing to Celine Dion and N'Sync, and it was a joyous occasion for all involved. I'm both a little disappointed and slightly relieved that some ridiculously attractive men didn't walk into our apartment as we were doing so.
Later, it was time to put my laundry into the dryer. However, two or three men were milling about the laundry room, and I didn't really fancy taking the time to find several available dryers and potentially exposing my underdrawers for all to see, so I shoved all three loads of laundry into one dryer as quickly as possible, and then ran off.
Let me explain.
Last night, I realized that my laundry basket runneth over, and I should probably take care of the pile of clothes before it swallowed small children alive. So I put three loads in the wash, then came back to my apartment.
Then my roommates and I started interpretive dancing to Celine Dion and N'Sync, and it was a joyous occasion for all involved. I'm both a little disappointed and slightly relieved that some ridiculously attractive men didn't walk into our apartment as we were doing so.
Later, it was time to put my laundry into the dryer. However, two or three men were milling about the laundry room, and I didn't really fancy taking the time to find several available dryers and potentially exposing my underdrawers for all to see, so I shoved all three loads of laundry into one dryer as quickly as possible, and then ran off.
I assumed that I could always put another round of quarters in for a second cycle, but when the time came to do so, I couldn't find my trusty roll of quarters. So that plan was foiled. As I retrieved my clothes, I noticed that they were devastatingly damp. I pulled them out anyway and hung them up to finish air-drying.
I quickly ran out of hangers, however, so I started draping clothes over other things – the side of my laundry hamper, the top of my bedroom door, and some clothing rack of one of my roommates (Jessica's?) that I definitely used without asking. Whoops. And even then, my unpleasantly waterlogged socks just sat in a pile in the bottom of my laundry basket. I could do nothing more but cross my fingers and hope for the best.
Fast forward to this morning. I woke up to find that basically none of my clothes had dried overnight, much to my chagrin. I managed to pull out a mostly-dry shirt to wear, and then I poked around my freshly-washed jeans. One pair seemed to have dried fairly well, so I started to pull them on.
It was a LIE. There was no way in heaven I was going to wear that pair of jeans of my own free accord in my apartment, let alone in the 20 degree weather outside.
So I rummaged around my dresser drawers and pulled out a pair of jeans that I haven't worn in many moons . . . for good reason. This particular pair is getting dangerously threadbare in the general region between the legs, and I have lost more than one pair of jeans to holes in the same area. But I figured I would risk it anyway.
So that's how I came to be sitting in class, careful to keep my legs firmly clamped together . . . just in case.
