Today, for the first time I had to go to the second floor to use the dryer, because the one next to my apartment was perspiring tremendously. The thing thought it was a sauna to be. Steam coming out of it when I first opened the door. I used the washer as usual, and decided to use the other dryer to avoid any great drama on a Sunday afternoon.
Time came to go upstairs. Had to wait for another lady to empty the dryer, but not a big deal. Then when I was getting ready to go to my apartment to put my timer to remember to get my dried clothes, I noticed a “Stop” label on top of the washer. It said to only use two tablespoons of powder or liquid detergent, because it was a high-efficiency washer.
I am still pondering on that one. Does the machine have more hands than the older ones? Does it chew the clothes faster, will it be clean as a whistle? I don’t know what the answers are to these questions, but one thing I know for certain. I do not like the whole concept. Are “they” getting ready to stick it to us one more time and give us less detergent. Are “they” conditioning our minds to the principle that “less is always better.” With this, I mean, they may be trying to psych all of us to accept that we don’t need much money, much food, that we can do with less sleep, less clothes, less shoes (that is a hard one for some of my readers, I know) and less handbags. Hi Lucy!
You know how “they” have been shaving off the soap, so it was the beginning of the “less is more” concept.
What am I going to do? I have to follow the signs, otherwise, I may be messing up my “around the corner” laundry room. At $1.25 a wash, maybe “they” want us to feel better using less detergent. Dingy clothes? Who cares, we are a bunch of old ladies. Who’s looking at us anyways? This is getting bad. Cannot make too much noise, trains going by at 2:35 a.m., blowing their whistle as if there were lots of bodies sleeping on the tracks, apartment having its own conversation with noises coming from everywhere. What gives.
So…it was today…25 September, 2011…a day of doing more with less. Right!
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