I was just pulling some laundry out of the dryer, and I remembered the shared washer/dryer combo at my Japanese apartment in Kita-Matsudo. It sucked because there was only one of each, and I'd sometimes have a day off where I would need to wash some clothes, and someone had left their stuff in there.
I also didn't like the idea of sharing a machine, too, because my next door neighbor, Taito-san, was a slob. The smells coming from inside his apartment were some of the worst, and he'd often leave his door ajar especially on hot days. I don't think the man was right in the head, and I'm not being over dramatic. Either that, or he just didn't give a shit about hygeine…or paying his gas bill. See, that's how I learned his name. The gas man would come by once a month or so, and knock on his door saying, "Taito-san... Taito-san..." He'd eventually give up and leave the bill on the front door.
Needless to say, there was one time where I bought a cleaning packet that I dumped into the washing machine hoping to sanitize it. Here's to you, Taito-sama, wherever you are, you crazy bastard.
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