Brilliantly Retarded
The brilliance of my stupidity astounds even me.
Two complaints and one example of brilliant retardation.
Complaint One
Today was laundry day. So, I gathered up all my clothes and headed on over to the 'laundromat' at the main building. Being the cheap college student I am, I decided it was a good idea to jam ALL my clothes into one load.
Well, the washing went off without a hitch. so I figured hey, why not fit it all in one dryer too?
Two hours and 1.50 later, my clothes are still wet. So I decide, screw that, and move to another dryer. To be continued.
Complaint Two
I wanted to be somewhere at six. It's five thirty and I need to get some fast food and eat on the way there. I head to lower Kirkhoff center thinking ((Foolishly)) that's the fastest food I'll find. I'd just grab some premade sushi, or at worst, a salad.
Much to my dismay, there was no sushi. Nor was there any salad. Or soup. The burger place was closed, along with the pasta chef. The only place with actual food is Subway.
It's about twenty to, and there are six people in line. I decide that, as long as the line moves steady enough I should be fine for time. After all, how long could it take?
Famous last words.
Five minutes go by. Ten minutes. Fifteen.
And they've only served three customers.
I abort the mission, show up late, and without a crumb to my name.
Rawr.
Brilliant Idiocy
Continuing the story of the laundromat, when last we left our happy hamper, it was five pm. I, being the obliviously loveable blob that I am failed to notice a tragic warning...
I leave figuring the laundry will be safe until my victorious return. Circa six hours later I am on my way home and stop by to collect my laundry. Ignoring the foreboding lack of lights or people, I cling to my optimism and try the door. Which is locked. I missed that sign that stated it closed at eleven pm.
So all my clothes are locked in the laundromat except the ones off my back.
Brilliance Bonus Story
I told my roommate he looks like a muppet.
Two complaints and one example of brilliant retardation.
Complaint One
Today was laundry day. So, I gathered up all my clothes and headed on over to the 'laundromat' at the main building. Being the cheap college student I am, I decided it was a good idea to jam ALL my clothes into one load.
Well, the washing went off without a hitch. so I figured hey, why not fit it all in one dryer too?
Two hours and 1.50 later, my clothes are still wet. So I decide, screw that, and move to another dryer. To be continued.
Complaint Two
I wanted to be somewhere at six. It's five thirty and I need to get some fast food and eat on the way there. I head to lower Kirkhoff center thinking ((Foolishly)) that's the fastest food I'll find. I'd just grab some premade sushi, or at worst, a salad.
Much to my dismay, there was no sushi. Nor was there any salad. Or soup. The burger place was closed, along with the pasta chef. The only place with actual food is Subway.
It's about twenty to, and there are six people in line. I decide that, as long as the line moves steady enough I should be fine for time. After all, how long could it take?
Famous last words.
Five minutes go by. Ten minutes. Fifteen.
And they've only served three customers.
I abort the mission, show up late, and without a crumb to my name.
Rawr.
Brilliant Idiocy
Continuing the story of the laundromat, when last we left our happy hamper, it was five pm. I, being the obliviously loveable blob that I am failed to notice a tragic warning...
I leave figuring the laundry will be safe until my victorious return. Circa six hours later I am on my way home and stop by to collect my laundry. Ignoring the foreboding lack of lights or people, I cling to my optimism and try the door. Which is locked. I missed that sign that stated it closed at eleven pm.
So all my clothes are locked in the laundromat except the ones off my back.
Brilliance Bonus Story
I told my roommate he looks like a muppet.