217. Laundry Day (2)
When the timer made its loud beeping sound,
went downstairs. As he turned the corner and
the laundry room, he heard the washer going.
didn’t make sense, he thought. The washer should
finished. Entering the laundry room, he saw his
-washed clothes piled on top of the dryer. His
basket, half full of unwashed clothes, was now
on the floor. Someone had set aside his
basket and put their own clothes into the
. Their second load sat atop the washer. Irritated,
put his damp clothes into the dryer and
it on. Then he walked over to his
neighbor’s apartment. He knew who had “cut in
”—it was the maid.
“Excuse me,” he told her, “
saw that I had a second load of
to wash. I was there ahead of you.
didn’t you just wait till my second load
washed? That’s the polite thing to do.”
’m so sorry,” she said. “You see, I have
pick up my kids at four o’clock, so
needed to do the clothes quickly. I’m so
.” Kerry looked at her and shook his head.
’t do anything wrong in the first place and
won’t have to apologize for it later, he
. Had she waited her turn, she still would
finished doing her two loads by three o’clock.
, me, me, Kerry thought—they should just rename this