So our building is having a few major issues when it comes to laundry. Two weeks back or so, the boyfriend, M. Lady, a random guy from college and myself were all out in our courtyard playing some bocci ball when a woman came out of one of the buildings with a hand full of paper and proceeded to go to each one of the entrances in our courtyard. When we tired of bocci we found that the papers were addressing our building's laundry problem...a problem the boyfriend and I didn't really understand because we do our laundry every three weeks and were only in week two of the cycle. Point is that this paper said something to the effect of:

Hey people in this building, are you sick of all our washing machines being out of order more than they're in? Are you sick of that? Huh, are you? Because we have renters' rights and here's what some of them say....
At the time, we thought maybe this woman was being a little sensitive. Then a few days later the apartment management company put up a paper saying something like:

Hey we're sorry your machines are broken. We've fixed them several times. But they're not breaking as much as they're being flipped over and having their hoses slashed. Now, we're not, exactly, blaming anyone but seeing as how there's no forced entry to either door of the laundry area we can only assume it's one of y'all. So until we figure out a way to make sure that this vandalism won't be repeated we're not going to rush fixing the machines just so they can be broken again.

Yeah. So. Week three came and went and when the boyfriend went down with our large collection of laundry--usually takes up three (sometimes four) washers and then two dryers--he found that only one washer worked. By the time he was done doing the one load he did do, the washer had been fucted with.

All to say that yesterday I went to a laundromat and drank a Starbucks iced coffee.