I came home last night from a friends and decided to tackle the stack of laundry in my basket. I grabbed the detergent and walked into the laundry room of my apartment. I open up the washing machine door and find a load of my roommates laundry. I then check the dryer and it has a load of his laundry as well. No big deal, I take the load out of the dryer and place it on the couch. I then take the load in the washer and move it to the dryer. I throw my load in the washer and problem solved. After his load was done in the dryer, I take it out and place it on top of the previous load. Well, as I am sitting there waiting for my clothes to finish drying. I can't stop staring at the disorganized heap of clothes on the couch. So I fold them.
This morning I was fixing breakfast when I hear my roommates voice behind me say, "Good morning." It startled me at first and then I smiled and told him the same. He then says this, "Thanks for folding my clothes last night, but next time would you just leave them there and I will get them. I have something about other people touching my underwear." My new roommate is all of twenty two years of age. The first thing I thought when he told me that was, "Jesus kid - I have been folding laundry for longer than you have been alive. And as far as I know, I have never given anyone cooties or been bitten by a piece of underwear; not a men's pair anyways." I thought about telling him to 'grow up.' And then I changed my mind. Truth is I didn't care enough to comment. It was just annoying to look at all his clothes heaped on the couch. Next time I will throw them in a closet so I don't have to view them.
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