“A handful of patience is worth more than a bushel of brains.” - (Danish proverb). Now, I’m the type of person that is very patient and tolerant of things around me and sometimes, the lack of peoples’ wit. I’ve waited in long lines behind football players stocking up with 3 plates of scrambled eggs, sat through lectures dealing with social economics and searched multiple stores for textbooks that were sold out at each one. All of those (and more) everyday trivialities are easily faced by my crazy “handful of patience”.

There is ONE thing that I cannot stand. It makes me grind my teeth and makes my face burn red with frustration. I hate the laundry. Plain and simple. It isn’t the chore aspect or routine or missing my mommy do it for me that makes me so impatient. It’s everyone else that is doing laundry. I wish they would just, I don’t know, not wear clothes anymore? Just give me my own darn washer and dryer.

First off, why do I have to go to the VU to fill up my laundry card?! That building is a ca-fe-te-ri-a. What do you do there? Hmmm EAT FOOD. Stuff your face. Wouldn’t it make more practical sense to install a machine near the laundry room IN the dorms?

Secondly, I do laundry on good Thursdays. In the mornings when I have not a lot to do. But recently, people have thrown off my routine by deciding to fill up every machine in the room! Aghahfaughrra! I looked at every taken washer with around 30 minutes left. Some people won’t even bother to return for their laundry leaving it sit and wrinkle. I time my laundry like a maniac so that no one will touch my undies. My first few laundry experiences resulted in just that. I came down about an hour after it was done, to find all my cute underwear and t-shirts pilled on top of the dryer. My eyes went wide and I clinched my jaw in anger as to who dared to touch my clothing. I opened the dryer half way through its cycle to discover the culprit. A BOY! EWW. He touched my undies! And left them half wet to dry. Well well well, I’ll repay the favor. I take out his tighty whiteys and re-dry mine.

I think it is really rude to do such a thing in the first place. Everyone needs to get their stuff washed and dried, and by messing with their just done laundry for your own sake, messes with their schedule. Especially mine. I don’t care if you are an upper class men, or even the Resident Director (You took out my laundry a minute after it was done! You touched my girlie underwear!!!)

DON’T EVER TOUCH MY LAUNDRY PEOPLE. If you know I’m doing laundry, just slowly and discreetly walk backwards out of the room and give me space. Some time to cool down. This had been a public service announcement.