I don’t know about you, but I really only do laundry when I run out of socks or underwear. This is both a joke but also a life goal. For real, kid.
But seriously, every so often in your life, when you’ve graduated to living in a post-quarters world where no one cares how long you leave your stuff in the machine, you get to clean actual clothes. You know, like jeans and pants and long-sleeved shirts.
However, the real treat–what this feeling is really about–is when you get to do a load of sheets or sweatshirts… gasp!… TOWELS.
Anyone who lives in an apartment building surely knows the difficulty that comes with doing a load of non-clothes. Things don’t dry as they should, you forget to take your clothes out in time so they’re either really wrinkled or really damp, you don’t have enough quarters to do another load so your living room becomes a full-scale drying rack.
It’s a nightmare.
However, on the rare days when you can do those non-clothes loads, the feeling of accomplishment is outstanding. Sure, fresh underwear is nice, but a stack of hot towels? That’s fucking luxury.
Polar Opposite of this Feeling?: Toss up on this one… either going for more quarters for that extra dryer cycle and finding out you don’t have any more… Or, bringing your clothes all the way down to your laundry room… and all the machines are taken. Your pick (Hint: you lose either way).