A Teesket a tasket...
... I lost my Laundry basket.
Yes I did. I'm used to being careless. Have lost keys, bags, books, temper. My mind even.
But a laundry basket? I left it in the laundry room on top of the dryer that had my wet clothes. I come back in an hour to collect my clothes and what do I find? My dry clothes. No basket. It was the most frustrating thing ever.
To quote a friend, "At the end of doing laundry, I am dead beat and wet. Like laundry itself". So true. Especially at that point in time, I was cleaning, cooking, doing laundry, answering phone calls through one ear, listening to Seinfeld on TV through the other... you see, I was busy. And the last thing I wanted to do then was to climb up two flights of stairs again, emptying the other full laundry basket on the floor, then going back down to laundry room again.
I have lived by myself quite a bit earlier in life. Not once have I lost clothes. I remember this one very wet monsoon season in Ahmedabad. The laundry guy in college had piles, Piles of clothes strewn all over. Inside the laundry room, on the machines, in the machines, on the floor, on the shelves, outside the room, hanging on the lines, on the cemented floor, on the wet mud...
These were piles of wet clothes mind you. (No place to hang out clothes to dry. Monsoons remember?). They were not bundled according to room numbers, or hostels. They were just all mixed up. Everyone came up to me (being President and all) asking for a solution. Everybody complained that their clothes were missing, or returned dirty. Not mine. Every item of clothing came back safe and clean. Call it luck or whatever.
But here, this fancy apartment that I live in in Seattle, with just three washers and dryers, with no lines ever to do laundry, with only residents who are allowed to come and use the room, losing a basket sucks. Sucks so much, I'm writing about it after four days.
I'm still cribbing. I'm gonna crib till I get my pearly white basket with cool grey soft handles. Somebody stole my green Post-it note that said "Stolen! White laundry basket". Damn!
Yes I did. I'm used to being careless. Have lost keys, bags, books, temper. My mind even.
But a laundry basket? I left it in the laundry room on top of the dryer that had my wet clothes. I come back in an hour to collect my clothes and what do I find? My dry clothes. No basket. It was the most frustrating thing ever.
To quote a friend, "At the end of doing laundry, I am dead beat and wet. Like laundry itself". So true. Especially at that point in time, I was cleaning, cooking, doing laundry, answering phone calls through one ear, listening to Seinfeld on TV through the other... you see, I was busy. And the last thing I wanted to do then was to climb up two flights of stairs again, emptying the other full laundry basket on the floor, then going back down to laundry room again.
I have lived by myself quite a bit earlier in life. Not once have I lost clothes. I remember this one very wet monsoon season in Ahmedabad. The laundry guy in college had piles, Piles of clothes strewn all over. Inside the laundry room, on the machines, in the machines, on the floor, on the shelves, outside the room, hanging on the lines, on the cemented floor, on the wet mud...
These were piles of wet clothes mind you. (No place to hang out clothes to dry. Monsoons remember?). They were not bundled according to room numbers, or hostels. They were just all mixed up. Everyone came up to me (being President and all) asking for a solution. Everybody complained that their clothes were missing, or returned dirty. Not mine. Every item of clothing came back safe and clean. Call it luck or whatever.
But here, this fancy apartment that I live in in Seattle, with just three washers and dryers, with no lines ever to do laundry, with only residents who are allowed to come and use the room, losing a basket sucks. Sucks so much, I'm writing about it after four days.
I'm still cribbing. I'm gonna crib till I get my pearly white basket with cool grey soft handles. Somebody stole my green Post-it note that said "Stolen! White laundry basket". Damn!
posted by DSK at 11:54 AM
10 Comments:
basket thanee, adhuku poi ivolo chatham podare
"..cooking, doing laundry, answering phone calls through one ear, listening to Seinfeld on TV through the other..."
Was your other ear doing that when I'd called you up?!
Nonsense, I refuse to read further! BAH!!
Also.. Hi, Aunty!!:)
Anon: Enna pannardhu, enga amma chollirka, vaai vittu pesannum na. That's why I chatham pottufied :)
A: You are so vain you think I was talking about you :P
Oh these are the good things I do when on the phone. Others chomp, flush toilets, do the dishes and pluck the other eyebrow.
Just realized, you are the "other" even for the eyebrow.
As revenge, you shall be subjected to so much gross-ness that you shall regret this!!
have lost keys, books, bags.......mind. Have u got anyone of it back. If yes, then there is a likely chance of u getting the basket.
Alternatively, take a print of the blog and put it on the notice board. This post may do the trick which the postit didnot do......
A: Bring it on. This is war now!
Satish: Some I've got back and some I haven't... won't tell you which ones :P
(Refresh memory to the time Cyrus Broacha and Maria Goretti came to college)
I just want to know what episode you were watching.. Trust Seinfeld to have such a destructive influence!
shaunaksastry: It definitely wasn't the one with the Soup Nazi, but still!
approm koodaia kandupidichiya?
PS: Could you post something on what you've been cooking? I get a vicarious thrill from looking at tam recipes.
dinesh: Innum koodai kandu pidikkalai :(
My posts on Avviyal, porcha kozhambu and vengayam sambar shall soon come. Thanks for your patience.
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