so my boyfriend supposedly genuinely likes to do laundry…i call bullshit not to mention i feel bad that he does our laundry. i don’t mind laundry, i used to do it in my old apartment because i had a washer and dryer in the building so it wasn’t inconvenient nor did it take too much time; i got it all done in one shot! him on the other hand has one washer in his apartment then 2 dryers in the building’s basement, that blows balls dude! we typically have four loads which means well over 4 hours of laundry time, get the hell out of here! so i proposed the idea of getting our laundry done: we don’t lose any time off our precious lives and it doesn’t cost that much more, you pay for the convenience…he rejected this suggestion several times before i took charge “baby please ::my version of a puppy face::” and it worked! he was not happy with this at all!
him: “i don’t want anyone touching my underwear”
me: “umm, dude just pretend it’s a one night stand you’ll be fine and when you get them back that’ll be clean so it’s even better than a one night stand!”
what i did say was remove any clothes that you don’t want dried we will wash that here and hang dry. i held up one of his favorite sweaters and asked “you want this to be washed and dried?” and he replied “yeah, whatever, it’s fine it’s stretched out anyway so it’s fine” so i asked one more time, “you sure?!” and his response “yes!”
so…we dropped our 38 pounds of clothing off and went about our day. how magical we saved ourselves aka him at least 4 hours of life where we were able to go and live! do things! it was great! the next day we took a 3 minute walk to pick up our laundry, handed over $40, and took our clean and folded clothes home…oh happy day!
he unloads all the clothes, unfolds everything (pain in the ass and that’s why he unloaded alone), and refolds to put away…inspecting the whole way through! he finishes unloading all the clothes and he seemed okay with the decision to pay the $40 to give us the freedom to go about our day. then, he goes to unload the socks and undies…i see his face and could tell something was wrong but i stayed shut i didn’t want to add fuel to whatever fire was burning in his head. he gets to the bottom of the bag and loses it! well his version of losing it (super calm and composed) “babe, look…” (what a lame way to lose your shit, huh?) and shows me a food wrapper! fuck! they packed our underwear and socks in a plastic bag from a food delivery place and that had the plastic and aluminum that the food was wrapped in still in the bag! yup my panties were in a bag with fried chicken! looks like i’ll be doing laundry next week, oops!
oh! and remember his favorite sweater?! yeah that’s mine now, it came back as a crop top for him! haha i’m having a real laugh out loud moment haha it was a legit crop top hahaha! what’s mines is yours babe or should i say what's yours is mine!
