It was my first time to use our building's laundry facilities today. So, I gathered all my dirty clothes, crammed them into a cloth sack and trooped down to the basement. We live on the third floor in a building with no elevator so woohoo I still get my daily exercise despite my current bum status.
This wasn't really my most anticipated chore but I can't help feeling a wee bit giddy-excited. My very first laundry day!! I had to stop myself from bringing a camera to document the momentous event. My Ate warned me of the long line I would most probably have to endure before getting clean clothes. I pushed the heavy basement door open and saw that there was no one there. Wow, beginner's luck. I looked around and saw two washing machines and two dryers. There are around thirty families living in this building. Perfect. That would explain the tight competition.
I loaded my quarters into the machine, turned it on, added detergent, stuffed all my clothes in and let it rip. This whole ordeal took me half an hour to successfully accomplish. I had no idea what I was doing! I kept on jumbling the steps up. Trial and error can be downright frustrating but it's the best way to learn. A young Spanish girl came in a few minutes after I did. She doesn't speak English fluently so you can just imagine our struggle of a conversation. The dialogue consist mainly of hellos, hmm?s, ahhs, smiles and sign language. Our building has a ninety percent Spanish population. Striking casual conversations with my neighbors was an absolute challenge. I made a mental note to learn Spanish sometime soon.
Since the washing and drying process would take about an hour before it's done, I decided to go back up to our apartment to eat. When I went back down the basement after an hour, my clothes were done. I was pleased I didn't have to wait any longer so I was happily humming along on my way to the dryer. I gripped the dryer's cabinet handle and dramatically swung it open. What the-? A strong aroma like that of burnt hair filled the air. Oh noooes!! Was I really stupid enough to burn my own clothes?? I quickly pulled everything out to scan for damages. Is it just me or did my jeans shrink? Kala ko sa movies lang nangyayari yun. Anobaaaa... Everything looked okay. No burns or rips or anything like that. It's just that all my clothes look.. smaller. And smelled like fireworks.
I had an interview in less than an hour. It's the first job interview I scored here in LA. And I'll be coming in tight clothes which smelled like burnt hair. Great. Wish me luck.
This wasn't really my most anticipated chore but I can't help feeling a wee bit giddy-excited. My very first laundry day!! I had to stop myself from bringing a camera to document the momentous event. My Ate warned me of the long line I would most probably have to endure before getting clean clothes. I pushed the heavy basement door open and saw that there was no one there. Wow, beginner's luck. I looked around and saw two washing machines and two dryers. There are around thirty families living in this building. Perfect. That would explain the tight competition.
I loaded my quarters into the machine, turned it on, added detergent, stuffed all my clothes in and let it rip. This whole ordeal took me half an hour to successfully accomplish. I had no idea what I was doing! I kept on jumbling the steps up. Trial and error can be downright frustrating but it's the best way to learn. A young Spanish girl came in a few minutes after I did. She doesn't speak English fluently so you can just imagine our struggle of a conversation. The dialogue consist mainly of hellos, hmm?s, ahhs, smiles and sign language. Our building has a ninety percent Spanish population. Striking casual conversations with my neighbors was an absolute challenge. I made a mental note to learn Spanish sometime soon.
Since the washing and drying process would take about an hour before it's done, I decided to go back up to our apartment to eat. When I went back down the basement after an hour, my clothes were done. I was pleased I didn't have to wait any longer so I was happily humming along on my way to the dryer. I gripped the dryer's cabinet handle and dramatically swung it open. What the-? A strong aroma like that of burnt hair filled the air. Oh noooes!! Was I really stupid enough to burn my own clothes?? I quickly pulled everything out to scan for damages. Is it just me or did my jeans shrink? Kala ko sa movies lang nangyayari yun. Anobaaaa... Everything looked okay. No burns or rips or anything like that. It's just that all my clothes look.. smaller. And smelled like fireworks.
I had an interview in less than an hour. It's the first job interview I scored here in LA. And I'll be coming in tight clothes which smelled like burnt hair. Great. Wish me luck.
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oh my.. funny dryer experience. hahaha, you should just go back to "sampay" mode.
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