Go do some laundry

John threw his backpack onto the floor before he crashed face first into his bed. He groaned as he flipped over in his side, enjoying the comfort of his bed. He then took his phone out of his pocket to see it was 4:00 PM. He stood up with a quizzical look on his face.

The weekend parties won’t be happening until at least 7 PM, which gives John a couple of hours to prepare and figure out which parties he wanted to go to. There was his friend Patrick’s party, an all guys night with beer and wrestling. That sounded really fun to John, duking it out with the homies while chugging down some drinks. But then he remembered the party his girlfriend wanted to go to, the one on the other side of campus. There’s no way he could bring his girlfriend into the frat, and if he chose the frat party, he feared he would get too drunk to even remember the other party.

He was torn between the party of a lifetime or pleasing his girlfriend, both theoretically possible, but just like theoretical physics, it’s more complicated than it seems.

But as he mulled over his options, he quickly realized the mountain of clothes in his laundry basket. Stained clothes and workout gear made the majority of John’s laundry, and as a college guy that parties every week, you could only imagine the smell of that heap of clothing.

“Shit, do I got anything to wear?” said John. He quickly hopped out of bed and to his dresser, only to find nothing but a couple spare socks.

“Damn… I guess I’ll do some laundry then…” He said with a disappointed sigh.

So with the time he had left before any of the parties started, he took his laundry basket and headed out of his dorm. The basket was very heavy and large, so he had to carry it in a way that covered his vision. He usually didn’t mind the smell of his laundry, but with it being centimeters away from his face, the putrid smell was like sniffing a man’s armpit.

John walked down the hall of the dormitory till he reached the stairs. He carefully climbed the stairs down before suddenly slamming against something!

His dirty clothes fly all over the place as John falls with them. Thankfully, he was at the bottom step of the stairs when he slammed into that someone he couldn’t see.

“Shit, I’m so sorry…” John said, rubbing his head as he started collecting his clothes. But he then looked up to see who he bumped into.

John saw Nancy Williams, the schools most popular, and mean girl on campus. Not only that, but she saw Nancy with his dirty stained underwear on her head.

“What the hell! Can’t you see you fuckin’ dweeb!” Nancy yelled, flinging John’s dirty underwear right back at him.

“N-No I didn’t, my laundry basket was—” John tried to explain as he hurriedly shuffled all his clothes back into his basket.

“Maybe you should’ve thought about that before creating a tower of cum stained shorts and underpants to block your vision, Dickhead!”

Nancy storms past you with a look of disgust on her face as she fixes her hair. On one hand, you felt genuinely bad for bumping into her, but on the other, you think she low key deserved it for not paying attention in the first place. Nevertheless, you brush aside the rude things she said and continue through the dormitory.

After a bit more walking, you find the dorm’s laundry room. Inside was 4 rows of washers and dryers, stacked into stacks of two. Not many machines were running at the time, so John just picked the closet available washer to chuck his clothes into.

Without much thought, John threw all of his clothes into the machine before grabbing the communal detergent from the corner of the room. With a big and messy of a load as his was, he decided to run the machine for an hour with tons of detergent added in. After all that was done, he slammed the door shut and watched as the machine wired on. The spin cycle had begun, leaving John with about an hour of time to kill before he could switch to the dryer.

“Hmmm, what should I do to kill some time?”