Don’t touch my gagariya!

Dear insensitive nincompoopic apartment-building mate,

Hi. I know you must have had a busy day. We all do. We live in a busy busy world, don’t we? We’re both equally as busy, I guess, since we both chose to do our laundry rather late on a Thursday evening. Or we’re both equally as lazy, since we both chose to leave our laundry lying in a pile at home, till we had done two rounds with our clothes and u-gees already and were frankly just beginning to stink. Whatever may be the real reason, it’s in our best interests to pretend that we are indeed two very busy individuals.

Now, since we have established the fact that we are indeed busy, this means that neither you nor I have even an extra minute to spare. So I must say that I was rather shocked to see my clothes lying on the table in the laundry room when I’d come to pick them up. Because according to my watch, I was 30 seconds late to come collect my laundry. I must say that I’m rather impressed that you were able to dump my clothes on the table AND fill in two dryers worth of clothes within 30 seconds. Although, I find it rather disturbing that you hadn’t used the washer before you put your clothes to dry. Maybe they were wet already? Anyway, it probably has something to do with you being very busy. To each his own, I say, though clothes in the washer might have given me a slight hint that someone was waiting to use the very dryer I was using after I was done. After all, I’ve always been in a situation where somebody uses none of the washers, but wants to use both the dryers. But 30 seconds is not a long time to ask for, in my humble opinion. Because I, being as busy as I am, was able to make it to the laundry room just 30 seconds after the drying cycle was over. In fact, it takes 30 seconds from my apartment door to the laundry room.

That is why I must admit that I’m rather ticked off. But life is all about learning lessons. I learned one today myself – “to slow down”. So, that’s exactly what I did. I decided to take a break for a good long hour. Coincidentally, a drying cycle takes an hour too. So, what did I do with that time? Well, I watched some TV and waited for your drying cycle to get over. And then, I made sure I was in the laundry room 30 seconds later, because that’s how much time you gave me, didn’t you? Since you weren’t around, I assumed that you’d be okay with your clothes being dumped onto the table as well. After all, it’s really not that big a deal to have clean dry clothes dumped onto a dirty table after someone’s invested about 2 hours of time out of a busy schedule just to do laundry, right?

Yeah, that’s what I thought. It sucks! So don’t you dare touch my clothes next time round, get it? “An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth”, said Alexander Dumas. Great writer, don’t you think? Probably not, since you didn’t think to wait at least a minute or two before you did something as senseless as dump my clean, beautifully-scented clothes onto a dirty table. In fact, I’m almost confident that you didn’t wait for my drying cycle to be over with. Because by the time you’d filled the empty dryer with your mysteriously wet clothes, I’d have been there to empty out my dryer so that you’d have been able to use that one as well too. But, I must say, that is one mysteriously large pile of wet clothes though! Anyway, all’s well that ends well. Here’s hoping you learnt your lesson for today.

Oh, and one more thing: Give me back my bra, you sick pervert!

Yours revengefully,
Miss Take it surely wasn’t