Rant: Idiot Neighbors

 

My current beef is with the newest tenants. Its actually an old gripe, but I thought they'd figured out the errors of their ways after the last time they broke the fucking washing machines. Guess not.

 

I don't know how the fuck these people have so much laundry to begin with. The woman is doing laundry 3-4 days a week, all day. There's 4 people including 2 small children (might be 3 kids, pretty sure its 2) and you can never get to the laundry machines. Its not only the act of doing laundry, its that she waits a couple hours in between trips downstairs (they're on the 2nd floor) when the machines finish their business in 40 minutes, the dryers in 45.

 

As a bonus her kids are screamers. They sit outside the laundry room while she's in there and SCREAM all day long. Did I mention I'm on the first floor, right next to the laundry room? Yeah thats fucking pleasant.

 

Because of this I can pretty much only get to the machines if I get in there at 5 in the morning or earlier. And most of the time I have to pull shit out of the washers and/or dryers to get my stuff in. Cause, you know, its totally ok to leave your shit in overnight when there's a whopping 2 dryers and 2 washers for everyone to use.

 

So early this year I got up one morning (when I was still working no less) to do laundry. Being that its 5am I'm not quite as sharp as I am normally, so I didn't notice the orange "IN USE" lights still on the machines as I pulled her big assed comforters out of the washers so I could have clean clothes for work that day.

 

I went in there 40 minutes later to move the laundry to the dryers, and much to my horror the washers never made it past the spin cycle. Both motors had burned out because of those monster comforters. These are small machines too, anyone with a fucking brain would realize you can't put something like that in there. I take my comforter to the laundromat when it needs cleaning, cause, you know, ITS TOO BIG FOR THE MACHINES.

 

So this morning I go in to do my laundry. I see she has laundry spread out all over the damn room again, including a giant comforter hanging from the door of a dryer. I toss all that crap in the corner of the floor and load up the washers with my clothes. Being half asleep I didn't notice the orange IN USE light on the second washer until I pushed in the coins...

 

FUCK! So as I sit here I know a few things as fact:

 

1) That washer isn't going to get past the spin cycle

 

2) I'm out a dollar, technically 2 as I will have to rinse out and re-wash the contents of the washer in the washer that (hopefully) works

 

3) This bitch will never see that comforter again.