For the past year or so, I have been sending my laundry out. The cost is only slightly higher than doing it myself. The machines in my building cost a lot ($5 per large wash, $3.50 for regualr wash, and $3.25 for one dryer cycle that never completely dries my clothes). Plus, doing laundry is such a major pain.
Three trips to the basement. Lugging all my clothes while carrying laundry detergent or dryer sheets. Plus having to deal with an incovenient laundry card that has to be filled with money from my debit card.
But then I really don't like having people I don't know touch all my clothes. And they always seem to fold everything in mysterious, inconvenient ways.
So on Thursday I do my laundry for the first time in a few years (exclduding when I visit my mom; I actually like doing laundry there; it's such a novelty).
Anyway, I'm matching up my favorite BOMBAS socks (the best) and see two lone ones.
So I go back to the laundry room and check. Not in the dryers. And the washing machines I used are now spinning with someone else's clothes.
I write a note about my lost socks and tape it to the two washing machines.
This morning I open my door to get my paper, and see this.
And inside are my Bombas mates. I now have cozy feet again.
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