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[Comments] (4) Lintsagna: Here's a story from when I was in Little Rock working on the Clark campaign. Every night after work I'd go home and have an hour, hour and a half to myself; enough time to do one thing. Like make and eat my own dinner, or read for a while, or do a load of laundry.

There was no laundry in my tiny apartment building, but I had a special "laundry key" which opened the front door of a totally different house. In the foyer of this house was a washer and dryer, and if you lived there you'd have a different key that opened up the house proper. It was an odd system.

The first time I hauled my laundry over to this house someone else was using the washer, so I had to come back the next night. The second time I made it. After drying my clothes, I tugged on the lint trap to clean it out. The trap practically exploded out of its receptacle as the hundreds of loads worth of lint it contained expanded to fill the space outside.

I peeled the lint off the lint trap. It was two inches thick, a lasagna of lint, striated in colors like the geologic column. There was no trash can in the laundry room, so no one had ever emptied the lint trap.

I didn't want the house to burn down, so I took the lintsagna with me and threw it in my building's dumpster. Sometimes I can still hear it calling me. It says, "I'm a pile of compressed lint and incapable of speech, but nonetheless youuuu are responsible for my deaaaaath!" I generally ignore it.

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Posted by Fafner at Wed Jul 01 2009 21:35

Want. Oh, man. Peeling a two-inch thick lint wad from a lint trap. I can hardly imagine how beautiful that must have been. You realize that you have had one of the peak experiences of a life well lived. I hope someday to realize such a thing. Lintsagna. Hell yes. I'm so freaking jealous right now.

Posted by Yatima at Thu Jul 02 2009 01:10

I'm going to have to concur with the Faf.

Posted by Susie at Thu Jul 02 2009 09:46

haha.

Posted by Evan at Fri Jul 03 2009 11:41

I agree w/ Fafner. You had the purifying experience of the ritual of lint trap cleaning multiplied by hundreds.

Fear the lint! Repect the trap.

(hopefully they've since added a proper trash bin next to the dryer)


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