A thug, I tell ya!
I knew when I moved to Brooklyn that I would end up paying an inordinate amount for laundry. I accept that I have to pay $2 to wash and $2 to dry my clothes. Whatever. Fine.
But when the dryer steals my $2 and doesn't want to dry my clothes, now it's highway robbery.
I'm sure the super will be sympathetic, and I'm reasonably sure he's empowered to give me my $2 in quarters. But right now I'm just sad. Because there are only two dryers down there, and now my clothes are going to take twice as long to dry. Good thing I got two rolls of quarters this morning. It's gonna be a loooooong night.
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