Hotel St. George: Roaches Check In...
...But they don't check out. They stay. And breed.
Another adventure doing laundry at the St. George... Preparing to put my wet clothes in the dryer, I found several small bugs (baby roaches?) crawling on my just-washed clothes. Disgusting.
They somehow survived the wash cycle, so I guess they were reasonably *clean* roaches, but if you've ever seen moist bugs on top of soggy clothes... it's really nasty. Another reason I can't wait to get out of this place. I know, I say this as though any other apartment I find in NYC won't be comparably gross, but at least it'll be mine. I'll be able to have a f*cking toaster in my room.
As I was leaving the basement, the elevator went crazy again. You get in, the door closes almost all the way, then *dings* and reopens again. Right away, it starts to close again, then springs back open. Open, close, *ding*, open, close, *ding*. The ding is really the worst part, so chipper and helpful-sounding. "Elevator's here!... Still here!... Haven't left!... Need another minute?... I'll just keep dinging!"
Stupid happy elevator. There aren't any stairs, so you're pretty much trapped in that humid dungeon of a laundry room until the next poor sap comes down on a different elevator. Then you dive into that one and get swept up to safety, leaving the new arrival to fend for him- or herself.
*Sigh*... now, to pick up my dry clothes and do the exact same thing again...
Another adventure doing laundry at the St. George... Preparing to put my wet clothes in the dryer, I found several small bugs (baby roaches?) crawling on my just-washed clothes. Disgusting.
They somehow survived the wash cycle, so I guess they were reasonably *clean* roaches, but if you've ever seen moist bugs on top of soggy clothes... it's really nasty. Another reason I can't wait to get out of this place. I know, I say this as though any other apartment I find in NYC won't be comparably gross, but at least it'll be mine. I'll be able to have a f*cking toaster in my room.
As I was leaving the basement, the elevator went crazy again. You get in, the door closes almost all the way, then *dings* and reopens again. Right away, it starts to close again, then springs back open. Open, close, *ding*, open, close, *ding*. The ding is really the worst part, so chipper and helpful-sounding. "Elevator's here!... Still here!... Haven't left!... Need another minute?... I'll just keep dinging!"
Stupid happy elevator. There aren't any stairs, so you're pretty much trapped in that humid dungeon of a laundry room until the next poor sap comes down on a different elevator. Then you dive into that one and get swept up to safety, leaving the new arrival to fend for him- or herself.
*Sigh*... now, to pick up my dry clothes and do the exact same thing again...