Stupid Culinary Torch
The damn thing is probably the freaking hardest thing to refill and it takes forever. It's not my favorite culinary task. I think that my favorite culinary task is actually chopping; or maybe searing.
I had to go to the laundry mat today and people were being ridiculous. All of the washers worked but only around 2/3 of the dryers were functional. Lady I (let's nickname her "White Trash" for the sake of discussion) decided that it will be a good idea to only use the minimal amount of quarters - so she spreads her clothes into dryers = 2*washers. Then, to further help minimize the usage of quarters she only puts in two at a time; checking after each two quarter cycle. This craziness would not be an issue in an empty laundry mat, but it is a bit of an issue when three people are waiting for dryers. To complicated the matter further she does not show up on time for any of these two quarter cycles. After waiting for her to come back inside (I think she was just chilling outside in her car) for about 10 minutes, I decide that I am no longer going to wait for her to feel like doing her laundry. I take out her clothes and put in my last load. White Trash comes back about ten minutes into the cycle and starts getting all pissy. She was mumbling rather loudly under her breath, something about bout how people were being ridiculous. Then she proceeds to check on her other 5 loads that are all sitting still to see how completed they were. She fishes out a dry load and puts the wet load that I had fished out and put into a basket into the dryer. Her total time delayed ~5 minutes. My total time delayed ~15 minutes.
Just then, my mom decided to call. She asked how I was and what I was doing. Me being me, could not let this one go after White Trash acted so... well... white trash. I proceeded to announce rather loudly about how abnormally busy the laundry mat was for a Sunday - and that I actually had to wait for dryers and there were three other people waiting for dryers still. White Trash huffed rather loudly as if I was completely lying about this.
As if on cue, my first dryer finished and I prompted fished out the entire load of laundry. Just as I was shutting the door one of the waiting patrons asked if I was finished. I nodded my head and agreed that I indeed was finished using the machine. White trash looked over with a slight hint of shock (and maybe a little disgust.)
My laundry was all impeccably timed so that just as I the folding for one load was complete, the next one would stop rotating. When I was about 3/4 of the way done folding her son tromps over to her to ask her for money for something out of the vending machine. She promptly starts berating him about how they would be finished much faster if he were to help her fold and how lazy the child was. This child was not more than about 8 or 9 and dressed in snow pants and boots. If she would have just changed her tact, infinitesimally small change, by saying something like "why don't you help me fold the laundry, then we can go play a game together at home?" She probably would have merited significantly different results. Potentially her son being willing to help her. No one wants to help a crazy White Trash lady. I'm amazed at how bad of parents some people are. I can't quite comprehend how parents think that they can treat their children in such disrespectful ways and expect positive results. These parents typically would not put up with that kind of treatment form an employer; so, why is it acceptable for them to treat their children that way? Unbelievable!
I guess it doesn't matter too much. It's just obnoxious to have to deal with gross disgusting human being. I will be so happy in my new apartment that will have washer dryer inside of the unit. I will be moving to a nicer more upscale area as well which has high potential to provide significantly lower numbers of horrible human beings.
I had to go to the laundry mat today and people were being ridiculous. All of the washers worked but only around 2/3 of the dryers were functional. Lady I (let's nickname her "White Trash" for the sake of discussion) decided that it will be a good idea to only use the minimal amount of quarters - so she spreads her clothes into dryers = 2*washers. Then, to further help minimize the usage of quarters she only puts in two at a time; checking after each two quarter cycle. This craziness would not be an issue in an empty laundry mat, but it is a bit of an issue when three people are waiting for dryers. To complicated the matter further she does not show up on time for any of these two quarter cycles. After waiting for her to come back inside (I think she was just chilling outside in her car) for about 10 minutes, I decide that I am no longer going to wait for her to feel like doing her laundry. I take out her clothes and put in my last load. White Trash comes back about ten minutes into the cycle and starts getting all pissy. She was mumbling rather loudly under her breath, something about bout how people were being ridiculous. Then she proceeds to check on her other 5 loads that are all sitting still to see how completed they were. She fishes out a dry load and puts the wet load that I had fished out and put into a basket into the dryer. Her total time delayed ~5 minutes. My total time delayed ~15 minutes.
Just then, my mom decided to call. She asked how I was and what I was doing. Me being me, could not let this one go after White Trash acted so... well... white trash. I proceeded to announce rather loudly about how abnormally busy the laundry mat was for a Sunday - and that I actually had to wait for dryers and there were three other people waiting for dryers still. White Trash huffed rather loudly as if I was completely lying about this.
As if on cue, my first dryer finished and I prompted fished out the entire load of laundry. Just as I was shutting the door one of the waiting patrons asked if I was finished. I nodded my head and agreed that I indeed was finished using the machine. White trash looked over with a slight hint of shock (and maybe a little disgust.)
My laundry was all impeccably timed so that just as I the folding for one load was complete, the next one would stop rotating. When I was about 3/4 of the way done folding her son tromps over to her to ask her for money for something out of the vending machine. She promptly starts berating him about how they would be finished much faster if he were to help her fold and how lazy the child was. This child was not more than about 8 or 9 and dressed in snow pants and boots. If she would have just changed her tact, infinitesimally small change, by saying something like "why don't you help me fold the laundry, then we can go play a game together at home?" She probably would have merited significantly different results. Potentially her son being willing to help her. No one wants to help a crazy White Trash lady. I'm amazed at how bad of parents some people are. I can't quite comprehend how parents think that they can treat their children in such disrespectful ways and expect positive results. These parents typically would not put up with that kind of treatment form an employer; so, why is it acceptable for them to treat their children that way? Unbelievable!
I guess it doesn't matter too much. It's just obnoxious to have to deal with gross disgusting human being. I will be so happy in my new apartment that will have washer dryer inside of the unit. I will be moving to a nicer more upscale area as well which has high potential to provide significantly lower numbers of horrible human beings.
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