late last night i entered the basement laundry room at precisely the same moment as an unacquainted neighbor. silently, we surveyed the situation. then, he outed the elephant:
him: there's only 1 washer open.
me: wanna rock, paper, scissors for it?
him: best of three?
me: yup. are we doing "rock, paper, scissors" or - ?
him: "rock, paper, scissors, shoot."
we play. i lose.
me: all yours.
him: thanks. (examining the machine). ugh. it's one of those high efficiency ones.
him: the machine. i think it takes a special kind of detergent.
me: oh. uhh...i dunno. (scanning bottle for instructions). you're welcome to use my detergent. if it's the right kind.
him: nah. you can have it. i'll just wait. thanks though.
me: you sure?
him: nice playing with you.
me: oh. likewise.
he silently exits. i load laundry as the elevator announces its arrival with a "ding".
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