Glennalicious

Apparently, you dunno that the gateway to hell randomly shows up in NYC laundry dryers. The revolving speed is set to help facilitate opening it up. That woman was just looking for the portal.

I feel for you... trust.
I go through the exact same thing.
Luckily I live around the corner from my laundrymat and I can duck back into my apartment after I drop off my load, and then come back for it later.
And, yes, MY ZOD...
People are nazi's when it comes to the dryers.
My clothes have barely stopped tumbling before someone else jockies for postion and ejects my clothes into some random cart by the side.
I mean... come on people.

First you have to pile all your laundry into one of those ridiculous granny carts, then you haul it blocks down to some nasty place with stairs. People don't help each other, children are shrieking around you, and game shows are intellectual challenges.

Sounds like a Saturday night out at the bar scene.

Know that you're not the only person who's had the "nasty woman" thing happen to him. It happens to me about once a month or so. What pees me off even more is when they have to check YOUR dryer to see if it's done, and then they DON'T RESTART THE FRAKKING DRYER AFTER THEY'VE SHUT THE DOOR.

Gah. Laundry will be the cause of mass urban warfare someday soon.

We have a combination washer/dryer in our apartment that Matt picked out. It's heavenly. Barring that, you can always drop your laundry off and pay the laundromat to do it for you.

That's one of the wonderful things about living in a tiny New England town. I have a nice, cheerful laundry facility across the street. It is always clean, the people are cheery, and there's a happy, useful woman attending the place and spiffying up.

the washer and dryer in our apartment may have been the selling point for us moving in. that and 6 closets.

we still have a bad habit of letting a load sit in the dryer for days though.

the washer and dryer in our apartment may have been the selling point for us moving in. that and 6 closets.

we still have a bad habit of letting a load sit in the dryer for days though.

I am fortunate to have laundry in my building...HOWEVER, there is an elderly woman here with bladder problems, and sometimes when she wets herself she -- no, seriously, I'm sadly not making this up -- she doesn't WASH her skirt/pants/mu'u mu'u/whatever, she just PUTS IT IN THE DRYER. Then the entire laundry room smalls like HOT PISS. UCH. And of course, if you don't take a whiff in the dryer before your own clothes go in, you risk having your wardrobe smell like eau de femme incontinuee. Me, I prefer Vera Wang.

Why is New York so filthy? It just kills me that people don't care enough about where they live and have enough respect for the other people that live here to take decent care of public amenities like laundromats, subway cars, restrooms. I'm biased, I guess, because I just got back this morning from pristine, immaculate, crystalline Portland, but as the cab drove me back to my apartment across the eastern part of Washington Heights and I saw the way garbage was just PILED in the gutters and lying around everywhere, I was tempted to say, "TURN AROUND, TAKE ME BACK TO JFK!" : (