Although my apartment is the best thing since salted butter, it is missing a laundry machine. Thankfully, the Zen Laundry Facilities are right downstairs. I don't even have to put on socks and shoes.
I try to stay out of Allison & Robin's way, though. I don't want to abuse the laundry privileges. So I bring them snacks and treats as thanks and I streak through their living room in a blur of laundry-laden speed. I like to peek out of their bedroom and judge whether the movie they are watching is in a super suspenseful part, then I go into a runners crouch and.... GO!
Sometimes I can hear them yell out behind me "We can still SEE you, you know!" but I don't stop to answer them because that would be disruptive. It would also be acknowledging that I am not the worlds fastest runner sometimes. Or really... any time.
Plus, some days I have stopped to look back and it was terrible. I once caught a glimpse of Home Alone and got sucked in for about 25 minutes, hovering uncertainly in the kitchen as I mulled over how creepy it is to watch a movie from someone's kitchen while refusing to acknowledge your own presence in their space. Should I get a chair? If I get a chair am I intruding? Can I sit and watch a movie without a mug of tea? Should I go get a tea and bring it back? Or even worse -- ASK FOR TEA? Which would TOTALLY disrupt the movie and also involve using up their tea?
Sometimes we make a night of it and that's the best. Munching on goodies in the kitchen and having a chat that only vaguely seems like a laundry night.
But if I am too busy to have a chat, laundry nights are best kamikaze style. Plus, the sprints through the living room and up the stairs keep my energy up for more laundry.