Let me tell you what had happened.
Today, I booked the laundry room from 11am to 2pm to wash my clothes but I was 35 mins late. Reason is because I was watching a british documentary on healthy living. (it's one of the few programmes I could find that morning in English!). After I managed to pull myself away from the tv and headed down to the laundry room, guess what? A woman was loading her clothes into the machines. Although I gave her a "what the hell you think you are doing" look, I kept my cool and asked innocently whether she had booked this time slot (which I know is not possible). Then she smiled (also innocently) and explained that as I was late for more than 15 mins, she was entitled to use the machines and she pointed to a note on the noticeboard. Unfortunately, that was the "Rules Of Using The Laundry Room" and as always the case, the note was written in dansk and I could only understand three words out of the list; Ikke, 15 and mins. "Ikke" means "Not or no" while "15 mins" are self-explanatory. Hence, you can imagine I had lost my case.
So I put my clothes aside and said "Oh no worries, have fun washing, I'll go and get some groceries and come back later." but actually I was fuming mad. Anyhow, she told me she would be done in an hour's time so I could use the room after her.
Exactly one hour later, I went back to the laundry room and found her clothes still in the machines. I wondered if I was allowed to take out the clothes. (In case there is another rule which I am not aware). Anyway 5 mins later when she still didn't appear, I took the liberty to take out her clothes and put mine in. (If she blamed me, it's my turn to say she was late... ha!). I left the laundry room with a small satisfaction.
About half and hour later, I went to collect my laundry but today was really not my day for one of the machines did not spin my clothes properly. When I took them out, they were dripping wet! I thought I chose a program appropriate for washing my fleece jacket and yoga pants but apparently, it was for fine and delicate clothings. To make matter worse, my laundry card was at home so I could not put my clothes into the machine again. And, my neighbour who booked the next time slot would be coming in any minute to use the machines. In the end, I had to wring my clothes one by one to make it as dry as possible.
Back in my apartment, just when I hoped enough was enough as I lined the clothes on the rack to dry, water from my clothes started dripping onto my wooden floor! I went into frenzy again trying to clean up or rather mop up the puddles. The least I need is to have termites as my roommates for the next 21 months.
Now please tell me, who says being a housewife is easy!!!
