The death of an ancient washing machine

Last weekend, my roommate and I woke up to find that our bathroom had water and weird hairballs all over the floor.

By water all over I mean everywhere.

By hairballs I mean the kind you find in your dryer.

We had been having problems with our toilet, but realized that the source of the water was actually the washing machine. Naturally, we hopped in the car and went to get donuts to celebrate.

When our apartment’s maintenance man came, he took one glance at the washer and simply said: “I’ll order you a new one.” What ensued after the death of that ancient washing machine was pure havoc.

I have a five-and-a-half-month-old kitten who loves to pee on my bed, and of course had to do that during a period of time in which I had no access to a washing machine. My roommate and I decided to make the best of the situation and ask to use our friend’s washer to do a few loads. We sought out this particular friend simply because he has a hot roommate, and we figured we had a pretty good chance of running into him if we were washing clothes at his house. We were right.

A second emergency trip resulted when I realized I had no clothes to wear to work. That trip was uneventful, though. After eight days of having no access to a washing machine, ours was finally delivered.

I was working when the washer was finally delivered. My roommate excitedly texted me saying that it was new. I thought new meant made within the last 10 years. I was shocked when I got home and saw that it was new, meaning made in the last 10 months.

Not having access to a washing machine is a bad experience, but that doesn’t mean it has to be the worst experience. I think that goes for most things in life as well. Just take a deep breath, make the best of the situation, and go get some donuts.

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