Laundry Friend

Kiyoshi Harada would be proud. I met my new friend in the laundry room. Let me apologize in advance for the lack of picture and lack of name...I have a reason. But that'll come later.

Funny - the farthest laundry machine in 

Hojo was also out of order...

First, it's story time!

So I have needed to do my laundry for a while now. I don't have clothes anymore. Since I'm leaving for home in a few days, I figured it was about time for me to stop putting it off! I usually get around to doing laundry early in the morning - when people never do their laundry. Today, though, it was a nighttime activity. When I went down...all the machines were being used. And there was someone waiting to use one!

Sad :(

Shortly afterwards, I realized there was one machine that was finished with it's cycle. The boy that was waiting was too nice to take the girl's clothes out! How honorable. I wasn't going to stand for this injustice! He needed a machine. So I suggested he take her clothes out after about 10 minutes. Waiting any longer this late at night is ridiculous. We started conversing and I decided he was a very nice guy. He's not very talkative but great at sustaining a conversation if I provide discussion topics. What more could I ask for to pass the time? We talked about the basics and then came back to the dilemma of taking clothes out of the laundry machines. Finally, I'm happy to say I inspired him to take clothes out of the dryer next to the one that initially stopped. The other washer had been off for about the same time, and there were less clothes to intrude upon. Baby steps. :)

EXPLANATION: This is why I didn't get his name. Our conversation was so casual and so natural that I couldn't bring myself to ruin it. Okay, so I'm being dramatic. It wouldn't have been ruined but the mood would have changed significantly. I should probably tell him at some point that I wrote about him - my rationale for why I didn't have to tell him immediately was that I included no personal facts about him.

(Smiling at the wonders of spontaneous conversation)

In fact, this post is more about the wonders of a spontaneous conversation. I am almost positive if I see him again, we will wave at each other, but we still don't know each other's names. Perhaps in the future I'll figure his out and vice versa. Or not. Either way is perfectly fine. We had a great talk and I learned more about him than some of the people in my blog whose names I knew.

Thanks for a great talk, laundry friend. Perhaps I'll see you again when I retrieve my clothes.