What do you think it says about a person who finds a missing load of laundry in the laundry room that she didn't realize was missing?
Honestly, I came home from my day and while checking my mail in the lobby, I happened to catch a glance of a pile of clothes on top of one of the dryers in the laundry room. Something drew me in. As I approached the pile, I was struck with the realization that they were my clothes!
What strikes me even more is, they appear to be petrified - as if they dried inside the washing machine. There's no telling how long they've been there. I can't remember when I last used our laundry facilities. I've been going to the laundry mat next door. It's more efficient that way. [probably because I've only been doing a fraction of my laundry] But sometimes I'll use our washers in a pinch.
Anyway ... I had groceries in one hand and Hunny's leash in the other, so naturally, I left the clothes behind. I figure, what's a few more minutes? But it's been more than a few minutes. Truth is, I'm afraid to go get them. I'm afraid to see the reality of the situation. I've learned that lesson already today, when I looked out my window to see the workmen have barely put a dent in the drilling project. It's 75 degrees outside and like a hundred in my apartment! But I just might hurt someone if I keep my window open with that racket.