Creepy Laundry

Remember that post I did where some nice person folded my laundry and put it neatly on the table because I was rudely taking up a dryer for an entire day? If so, your name is probably Alex. Anyway, all of the dryers were taken up today while I was doing laundry so I decided to be a nice neighbor and pay it forward. I just remembered how great I felt about the world after the gesture and I hoped to help someone else feel the same way. So I took a person's laundry out and put it on the table and loaded my laundry into the dryer. Then I started to fold the other person's laundry, it just consisted of some pants and shirts and stuff but no underwear or anything that might make it awkward. I only had a couple of more shirts to fold when a couple came in to take their laundry out of the dryers. To tell you the truth I'm not sure if the laundry I was folding was there's but they didn't say anything to me about it. I finished up folding as soon as possible and then got out of there without making too much eye contact. It was awkward because even if it wasn't their laundry I just abandoned the clothes I was folding on the table so I'm sure they became really confused. Can you imagine if it was their laundry? That would be really creepy. It seems like a nice gesture when someone folds my laundry while I am not around just to get it out of the way and to be kind but it seems really awkward to catch the person in the middle of folding my laundry. That seems to be a social situation that I haven't prepared for. Either way, I felt really uncomfortable when the couple came in and caught me folding laundry. Why does everything I do need just a little bit of awkwardness mixed in? This is why I don't often do nice things for people.

Also, I saw this sign at the laundromat . Of course it didn't work, it was Christmas day! I was going to try to see if I could get the dryer to work now that it is a month after Christmas. What kind of jerk makes a machine work on Christmas day? In all seriousness though, I feel really bad for whoever didn't have anything better to do on Christmas than laundry. At least that means the person probably had a day off from work.

Well, I need to be off to check my laundry, it's probably been done for a half hour now. Hopefully I don't run into someone who is folding my laundry. That would be awkward.

Lucky Laundry

Today was a lucky laundry day. It was particularly lucky because a good person encountered my clothes in the dryer and decided to fold them up and put them in my basket. In fact, he or she did a better job than I would have. Of course my part in the story is that I rudely left my laundry in the dryer for a good 3 or 4 hours more than necessary. I am thankful for the good people that I live by for not stealing my clothes, dumping them on the floor, throwing them outside or doing any of the nasty things that would be expected in this day and age.

Though the laundry story had the most impact on my view of my neighbors today it isn't the only nice thing that they did for me. Last night Alex and I ate dinner and stayed up talking and listening to music pretty late into the night. I almost never hear my neighbor make even the slightest sound so I usually don't worry about him hearing me. I guess I should change that policy because near the end of our evening we started hearing some knocking on the wall every time I would say something (I guess I talk loud). We decided that we were keeping my neighbor up so we turned the music off and finished our conversation in whispers. This morning (it was about noon but for some of us it was still morning) my neighbor came over to give me a note, which I never received because I answered the door and we just spoke face to face. What he said to me was that he was sorry that he was knocking on the wall but it is just a reflex when something wakes him up. He pretty much apologized to me and any time I told him that I was sorry and will try not to do it again he just would become more conciliatory. I really like my neighbor, he seems like a good fellow. I am really glad to have finally met him and that he is such a nice man. I am grateful for the awesome people in my apartment complex and hope that they are having a great night tonight.

I find it odd that sometimes I don't come out as a very likable character in my stories, especially next to the other people. It's kind of like the T.V. show "The Wonder Years" where Kevin (the protagonist) is sometimes a jerk but you like him anyway. What I love about that show is that everyone is that way in real life, we are all jerks sometimes but we just press forward, learn and try better next time. Just like Kevin, I am a flawed hero in the epic which is my life.