The Pink Sock

The big student village has one small laundry room and about 1/3 of the machines are 'out of order.' Figuring that everyone has getting over their hangovers or still sleeping I decided the early afternoon would be the perfect opportunity for me to take care of the giant mountain of dirty clothes. I found a wash machine in the corner, tossed in the packet of detergent, and shoved every sock and shirt into that machine, added my money and noticed that I had 40 minutes to kill. I cleaned the kitchen. Close your mouth I know how to clean.

The cleaning took a little bit longer then I expected but considering how empty the laundry room was I didn't think anything of it. I turned the corner and saw it, a huge pile of wet clothes sitting on the floor and a bright red towel that looked awfully familiar. Damnit, I hate this place.

I picked up my towel and looked towards the washing machine. The timer on the machine showed that it had only started about 5 minutes ago, I looked from the machine to the red towel in my hands, and right back to the machine. Peering through the little window on the wash machine, an evil little smirk spread across my face.

I took my towel and all of my other clothes that were sitting on the floor and shoved them into the dryer. Before closing the door I made sure I had what I needed, closed it, added my money, and hit the button for colors.

I made sure no one was around and then opened the wash machine and dropped my gift to my new friend. Lucky for me this ass hat was washing white clothes. Unlucky for him, I lost one of my bright pink socks last time I did laundry and the other one was looking for a new home.

Enjoy your new pink clothes, Bitch.

The Final Countdown

Flash Countdown

Missing Frying Pan

I walked into the kitchen, my stomache grumbling as I pushed the heavy door open. I wasn't even sure what I was going to make but from the sound my stomach just made it had to be soon. Opening the fridge I noticed some chicken breasts that I could fry up and there were some veggies that I could use as well. I pulled everything that I needed out of the fridge and set it on the counter as I glanced over looking for my frying pan. But where was it?

The last time I used the frying pan I had washed it up and put it with my other drying dishes near the sink. Unfortunately, all I saw over there was a plate, two glasses, and my silverware. I opened the cubbard and only saw my food. I opened the shelves and found a few pots staring back at me. But where in the hell did my one and only frying pan go?

After about 20 minutes of looking in every shelf and cubbard I opted for a little juice break. I took a glass from the counter and when I opened the fridge I found it. My frying pan was sitting on the second shelf, my roommates shelf. And what the hell? Has this kid ever heard of a bowl? Inside my frying pan was a combination of lettuce, tomatoes, and croutons...why was a salad in my frying pan when there were so many clean bowls on the counter?

Still slightly confused I took my pan out of the fridge and dumped the contents into a bowl. I then went to my room and wrote a nice note and put it on the bowl, cleaned off my pan, and made my food.

'Dear roommate,
The frying pan is for frying.
Salads go in bowls.'