Technical difficulties
Sep. 12th, 2007 05:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vanillafluffyToday being the last hoorah of my vacation, not to mention my last day off until Sunday, I set phasers on clean and set out to tame the wilderness. Threw a load in the washer, did some dishes, threw said load in dryer and started another load. Finished the dishes: this is the first time my sinks have been empty since...sometime in July, I think. Yes, I CAN procrastinate that much.
This is the point at which things go to shit, because when I go to check the dryer, it's stopped...and its contents are still sodden. Dead dryer. Lovely. And me kind of short on quarters for the laundromat.
Okay, fine. I'm going to have lunch and I'm going to finish watching Crossing Jordan, I don't give a fuck. Not real happy, because a) that's going to consume most of my available cash, b) laudromats are always full of screaming children c) if I'm *there* drying clothes, I can't be *here* doing something more constructive, and d) from the rumblings outside, it sounds like it's going to be raining fish any time now.
Lunch and coroners, out to garage, fling stuff out of laundry bin so I can start heaping damp clothes into it. Empty contents of the dryer first, then go over to the washer, and the penny drops. Looky, looky---the washer is at high tide. The dryer isn't dead, the #$%&ing breaker tripped.
Grrr. I'm glad it isn't dead, but I spent two hours angsting about what's going to go wrong next.
I don't want to know. Really.
This is the point at which things go to shit, because when I go to check the dryer, it's stopped...and its contents are still sodden. Dead dryer. Lovely. And me kind of short on quarters for the laundromat.
Okay, fine. I'm going to have lunch and I'm going to finish watching Crossing Jordan, I don't give a fuck. Not real happy, because a) that's going to consume most of my available cash, b) laudromats are always full of screaming children c) if I'm *there* drying clothes, I can't be *here* doing something more constructive, and d) from the rumblings outside, it sounds like it's going to be raining fish any time now.
Lunch and coroners, out to garage, fling stuff out of laundry bin so I can start heaping damp clothes into it. Empty contents of the dryer first, then go over to the washer, and the penny drops. Looky, looky---the washer is at high tide. The dryer isn't dead, the #$%&ing breaker tripped.
Grrr. I'm glad it isn't dead, but I spent two hours angsting about what's going to go wrong next.
I don't want to know. Really.