352: Unbalance

It was my first time to do laundry in the new place yesterday and I spent almost the whole afternoon doing a few clothes.  The culprit was the washing machine itself, an ancient piece of machinery that threatened to explode every time I pushed a button.

It took me five minutes to look for the detergent drawer that never existed on the machine.  Three minutes to figure out how to make things work.  And five hours to finish 25 pieces of shirts and undies.

The cycle was set to wash-spin-rinse-spin-rinse-spin-rinse-spin.  But with the "unbalance" feature of the machine, it took forever because the wobbly drum set off the alarm.

Load-push button-wash-spin-stop (unbalance)-spin-stop (unbalance)-spin-rinse-spin-stop (unbalance) and so on.

I finally got the rhythm of the blasted thing and got the last batch done around 8 PM.

I don't know if I should be happy about the "unbalance" feature of that machine.  It's a freaking pilot light that goes on and abruptly stops the machine when the drum is doing a dance.

I can't imagine how my housemates can live like that!  Why would they allow a machine to take over their life?  Someone should install a pilot light on their head.  Perhaps when their minds are unbalanced, they'll know they need a kick in the head.

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