It’s Wednesday, the 27th of November, 2002. Tomorrow is Thanksgiving Day. This is a college campus I’m living on. At least fifty percent of the student population has vacated the for the weekend already, bound for their parents’ or friends’ homes, their favorite ski destinations, or some other secluded refuge from the bustle of academia.
A PRIME TIME, one would think, to do some last-minute laundry before leaving on an extended weekend away, so that the load when one gets back is a bit lighter. Ought to be able to go down the stairs, one would think, and find a silent, vacant laundry room, the majority of the kiddies already out the door, and dragging with them the bag of dirty clothes they’ll probably manage to convince Mom to wash for them when they get home.
NOT THE BLOODY CASE. Nonono, at 9:30 AM on this day, the place is BOOKED SOLID. ‘Nary a washer to be had!! Even at 4 on a Saturday afternoon (roughly two hours after your average student will rise) in the heart of the fall, when no one has good reason to be anywhere but SHACKED UP IN THE DORM have I encountered such a high laundry demand.
I am perturbed. More to come later on, things to do, then the previously-promised “last video.”