What's laying in front of the elevators?

As I've mentioned before, I will fully admit that I was spoiled with the household amenities I had in C'ville. Now that I've moved into a condo, there are some things I no longer have that I dearly miss, such as: a garage, a dishwasher (nope, still don't have one), a fridge with SHELVES (nope, still don't have one of these either), a backyard, a garden, and my very own laundry room.

Since we're not allowed to have a washer or dryer, I have to use the coin-operated laundry room on the first floor. There are some obvious benefits to this situation (like having access to 3 washers/dryers at once if needed), but there are also some obvious downfalls, too.



Tonight, I encountered a few of those downfalls.

1. I ran into a friendly neighbor while I looked like crap. Gone are the days of being able to do laundry in nothing but a towel because all of my clothes are in the laundry.
2. I had to make 4 trips to the laundry room because the clothes weren't done at the same time even though they were started at the same time.
3. I burned myself 3 times on different metal clothing components taking them out of the much-hotter-than-my-old-dryer-and-probably-hotter-than-my-oven commercial dryer.

And, as the icing on the cake,

4. As I was walking down the hallway on my 4th trip to the laundry room, I noticed 2 small lumps on the floor. Could it be? Yep. Two pairs of my underwear laying right in front of the elevator.

Sigh.