By Dawn McGarrigle, '07 |Editorial Editor

As is my usual Tuesday night routine, I did laundry the other night. Apparently this was not a normal Tuesday night, because when I got into the laundry room, all the washers were full.

This has never happened to me before. This was clearly a very dirty Tuesday; I think every single soul in Onondaga decided to wash their clothes on this night.

 Normally I would not have a problem with just doing my laundry at a later time when the washers were not being used, but I had been having a bad day and really needed my laundry done.

 To add to my frustration, the washers were not actually IN USE. They had clothes in them, probably from days before, that were just sitting in the washers--clean. The owner of these clothes must have decided that he were the most important person in the world, and that his clothes need not be removed so others could use the washers.

 Walking into the laundry room, in itself, is an embarrassing and awkward thing. People are joined together by something they would rather not be doing, with others who are usually strangers and have nothing in the world to talk about. Except, maybe, laundry. But who really talks about laundry?

To make the situation more awkward, I opened every washer in the place and, when I discovered the abovementioned unpleasantness, yelled, “WHO WOULD DO THIS?!” If the students in the laundry room were not uncomfortable before, this ensured that they were.

 Now, I’m sure that you’re thinking, “Why didn’t you just take the clothes out, Dawn?” Well, loyal reader, that’s just not the type of person I am. I am the type of person who, instead of taking the situation into my own hands, would rather complain about it and hope something happens.

 I wouldn’t have been nearly as upset if I had had, maybe, one load of laundry to do. But I hadn’t done laundry the week before and had about 42,000 loads. All of which I hauled down to the laundry room in hopes of cleaning.

When I discovered that the washers were full of someone’s neglected clothing, I had to bring everything back up the stairs and return to my room in shame.

 In all, I think the lesson here is, Take your laundry out of the dryers, or people will be upset with you and your clothing.

In case you are wondering, I did end up doing my laundry. I hauled my 42,000 loads back down the stairs and into the laundry room. Only to discover I had forgotten my quarter to use the washer.