25-hour Laundry Session
So this is what happens when you get frustrated at the laundry machine. You take it apart.
I managed to do this after door wouldn't open and give me clothes. The door locked shut. I pried it open with a grill fork, didn't work. Then I shook the machine, nope. An hour after the ordeal began, I called the completely incompentent maintenance man, who didn't speak anything close to what I consider English. He proceeded repeat the exact same steps that I just completed. Then he looked at me like I was a moron and asked "What did you do?"
I about killed him because at this point, it's going on 8 pm. Think about my schedule for just a second and you'll realize that 8 PM is closing time for me. He tells me he can't get the tools he needs to rip open the back for another 6 hours. Totally unreasonable by anyone's standard. I said no thanks, and he left. There by my lonesome, I got my screwdriver out and went to work. Half-hour goes by and the "maintenance man" is back.
"What did you do??"
I just laughed and kept tinkering with the short board inside the machine. Did it work? Nope, but I felt like at least I was doing something. Finally I gave up after a false sense of accomplishment. Went to bed, came to work the next day and did the show. When I finally got home, someone got the message.
My clothes were waiting for me dried and folded up. Time for me to destroy my nuclear weapons. A truce. Thank you, kind soul.
**This morning a semi-truck carrying Chinese food slammed into a sound-barrier wall on the Tri-State Tollway. The crash took out two lanes and snarled traffic from the Mile-Long Bridge to the scene north of 95th St. What did the impact sound like you might ask? Probably something like KUNG-POW!!!! (sorry, ahem.)
**Who's ready for a baseball crosstown doubleheader tomorrow? I am! Cubs and Braves at Wrigley Field at 1:20, then hop on the Red Line south to US Cellular Field to watch the Sox and Indians at 7:11. (By the way, some may consider this the most offensive week Chicago baseball history with the Braves and the Indians both in town, go figure)
**If you keep forgetting to bring your sunglasses with you on the Stevenson Expressway, then the delays in the morning are your fault. Not mine! Come on people, grab your shades! Takes two seconds.
