Tales of the laundry room
Some of your habits are so bad it should be called the ‘war room’ instead
I can hook a PS4 up to my flat-screen TV in seconds and navigate my iPhone almost without even looking down, but I’ll admit that deep down in the depths of the laundry room, those white metal boxes with four total buttons had me wishing for my mom in the first week of school. I like to think that the same brain that got me into Georgetown could easily understand the complex system of color and temperature, but I had some idea that I was going to get confused when I first came to college.
What shocked though, wasn’t how complicated the machines themselves were, it was the absolute anarchy of the laundry room. My mom taught me to separate darks and lights. My school has taught me never question the pool of water that multiple electrical devices sit in all day, if you let a bottle of detergent out of your sight for a minute half the liquid will somehow disappear , and you can always find a Tide pod on the ground somewhere if you are desperate.
On the other hand, the biggest question I’ve developed since I have been doing laundry here is how do girls leave so many tiny socks and panties lying around.
Whoops.
That’s a lot of lonely socks without a pair.
Okay, this is getting ridiculous.