Janet: Whaaaaaaaaaat?
Me: NO! Awww, MAN!
Janet: WHAAAAAAAAAT?!
Me: I dropped my sock behind the [ridiculously large and heavy, industrial-strength] washing machine.
Janet: Ahahahahaha! What're you gonna do?
Me: Be right back.
After running down the hallway to room #115...
Me: 'Scuse me, do you have a wire hanger?
Very Confused First Floor RA: I'm sorry?
Me: A wire hanger. I dropped my sock behind the washing machine.
Not So Confused But Very Amused First Floor RA: Oh, hahaha... Sure, here you go.
Me: Thanks so much.
After another frenzied run back down the hallway to the laundry room...
Me: What are you doing?
Janet: Chillin' til you get your dumb sock.
Me: I hate you.
Janet: Meh.
After channeling my inner MacGyver and folding the hanger into a hook with which to grab the sock or at least push the accursed thing...
Me: Arghmmph.
Janet: Ahahahaha!
Me: Shutup, this is harder than it looks!
Janet: HAHAHAHA! Hee hee, you're right... HAHAHAHA!!
Me: I hate you.
Janet: Haha anyway. .... WHAT are you doing?
Me: I can't reach it! I have to climb onto the machine.
Janet: ...Wow.
Me: Arghmmmmph.
Janet: Haha, um, how's it going over there?
Me: Arrggghmmmph! FREAKIN' MRAURH!
Janet: Um...
Me: HAHA! Yes! Oh, YES! I got it! YESSSSSSSS!
Janet: Well goodness, it's about time!
Me: Shutup I hate you.|||111553034872833176|||The Great Sock Fiasco of 2005
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