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Nick and I have become laundry theives. Not the kind of people who steal your laundry while its in the dryer. No, we are getting free laundry from our building. I should be feeling serious guilt about this, but since I dispise the landlord, I feel none.
Our landlord, Murray, is one of those people you can't believe actually exists. One of those incredibly dumb-witted pretensious people that somehow has insane amounts of money. He lives in one of those "Mini Mansions", the houses designed so they look like giant mansions with brick and columns, but are usually no bigger than your average house. He has a huge, Glamourshots-style head shot of himself in his living room. He always, without fail, will tell you how much he paid for something, but not to show you what a good deal he got, but to show you how much he can afford to spend.
He has this little rat-turd of a dog, Munka, a long-haired chihuahua, who actually belongs to his girlfriend, Grace, an import from Taiwan who speaks little English, always talks in the voice you use around babies, and is always wearing trendy clothes she's probably 10 years too old to wear. She may actually be stupider than Murray, if only because she puts up with him voluntarily.
Anyways, it took Murray a month to get us a laundry key. When he finally did, I went to hack into the pile of laundry that had built up, expecting it to cost maybe a dollar a load. I guess Murray assumes we all want to pay exorbitant amounts for things, because the laundry is $1.50 per load for what is essentially a half-sized load of laundry.
Engineer-boyfriend to the rescue! Nick poked around on the internet, found a video on how to get free laundry, and lo and behold, no more need to squirrel away loonies and quarters!
Suck it, Murray!
Our landlord, Murray, is one of those people you can't believe actually exists. One of those incredibly dumb-witted pretensious people that somehow has insane amounts of money. He lives in one of those "Mini Mansions", the houses designed so they look like giant mansions with brick and columns, but are usually no bigger than your average house. He has a huge, Glamourshots-style head shot of himself in his living room. He always, without fail, will tell you how much he paid for something, but not to show you what a good deal he got, but to show you how much he can afford to spend.
He has this little rat-turd of a dog, Munka, a long-haired chihuahua, who actually belongs to his girlfriend, Grace, an import from Taiwan who speaks little English, always talks in the voice you use around babies, and is always wearing trendy clothes she's probably 10 years too old to wear. She may actually be stupider than Murray, if only because she puts up with him voluntarily.
Anyways, it took Murray a month to get us a laundry key. When he finally did, I went to hack into the pile of laundry that had built up, expecting it to cost maybe a dollar a load. I guess Murray assumes we all want to pay exorbitant amounts for things, because the laundry is $1.50 per load for what is essentially a half-sized load of laundry.
Engineer-boyfriend to the rescue! Nick poked around on the internet, found a video on how to get free laundry, and lo and behold, no more need to squirrel away loonies and quarters!
Suck it, Murray!