My Favorite Color is NO PANTS

Dodger didn't hesitate and pushed her detergent soaked pajama pants to the floor. She picked it up and shoved it in with the rest of her clothes and closed the door. She was thankful that her wallet was in the front pocket of her pull over sweater, as she took it out and was rummaging inside it for change to pay for the washing machine. She was about to put in the first coin when she noticed her panties around her knees.

"The fuck?" She asked no one in particular.

Normally, her wide hips would be more than enough to hold up anything around her waist. She pulled the errant underwear back up, and realized what was wrong. The elastic in the waistband had gotten worn out, and now was loose enough to fall off her hips.

"Pfft, lawl!" She said as she let go and saw it pool around her ankles.

She picked up the useless garment and threw it in the garbage.

"God, is EVERYTHING failing today?!" She said, arms outstretched, appealing to a deity of her own choosing.

It was at this moment that she heard a noise from outside the door. She looked down and saw her bare puss hanging out under her sweater. She quickly lowered her arms and saw she was covered in front. She moved her hands behind her to see how much was covered in the back, and found out she was just barely covered. Realizing she was only wearing a sweater, she went back to the task at hand.

"It's fine. I'll just make sure my stuff gets clean as quickly as possible, and I won't be in danger of flashing my cooch to anyone." She reasoned.

Dodger put the coins into the machine and was relieved to hear it working. The timer said "45 mins", so she had a good amount of time to kill before she needed to move them to the dryer.

"Should I wait here, or go back to the apartment... There's a small chance of being seen on the stairs or halls going to and coming from my apartment, but the longer I stay here, the higher the chance of someone else coming in here..."