Last Sunday evening I did two loads of laundry in the Cedar View Apartments laundry room. When I first arrived there were two other residents doing laundry but both already had their clothes in the dryers. So before long I was all alone with my book and my thoughts.
It takes about 30 minutes for the wash and another 45 minutes for the dryer. So I was in the laundry less than an hour and a half.
Once my clothes were dry, I folded my stuff and put them in my laundry cart. The shirts that needed to go on hangers were placed on the cart (1 of 2) that are provided by Cedar View which have a bar for hanging stuff.
I told myself, at some point, not to go off and forget the hanging stuff. The hanging stuff was five, maybe six of my best and most favorite shirts. And yes, having turned my back to the hanging stuff, I proceeded to push my laundry cart to my apartment, sans shirts.
It was close to eleven o'clock, so I did not put my laundry away right away. Perhaps if I had I would have realized that I did not bring up my shirts. Those shirts were the best and my most favorites as I mentioned earlier.
It was not until Thursday morning when I went to the closet for one of my favorite shirts, that I realized that none of them were hanging there. In a panic, I rushed down to the laundry room, but, alas, too late!
My best and my most favorite shirts were not there.
Here we need some explanation: It is traditional in the apartment that when someone wishes to give away any item of clothing or wishes to dispose of a deceased spouses things, they are hung up in the laundry room on a rack behind the door. It is generally understood that anyone can help themselves to what ever is hanging behind the door. Apparently, someone moved my shirts to the coat rack behind the door.
Fair enough! I made a stupid mistake; my memory is not what it used to be. I foolishly and irresponsibly failed to get home with my best and my most favorite shirts. It should not have been a surprise that they were not there when I went looking for them. But there was still hope!
I posted a notice on the bulletin board that I had blundered and left my best and my most favorite shirts in the laundry room by mistake. My feverant hope was that some kind neighbor had them and I could get them back.
As President of the Senior Citizens Club I was the Master of Ceremonies, as usual, and took the opportunity to inform all 62 residents and guest in attendance of my plight. So the word was out and I waited and I waited for someone to return my best and my most favorite shirts.
Did not happen. No happy ending here!
This could be the end of the story; never knowing what happened to my best and my most favorite shirts.
But wait, I got a phone call. Someone witnessed the shirts being put into a big black garbage bag and being disposed of in the dumpster. Wait, who would do such a thing? The Goodwill would have been better than the dumpster. The culprit?
Cedar View Apartments Maintenance Personnel, that's Who!
I am sure that I will be informed that it is POLICY and that no one did anything wrong.
Sheeez! One of the shirts was monogrammed "EHC". How much time would it have taken to check?
Oh Well! Only I am to blame! I got old; I didn't want to get old; and I surely did not want to become forgetful; dare I use the word senile? But it happened in spite of my not wanting it too.
The question is; does the apartment management need to be a little more cautious knowing they are dealing with elderly individuals who sometimes need help and protection. Shouldn't they try a little harder before taking such drastic measures? Where is the empathy, the caring attitude?
They threw out my best and my most favorite shirts and I am going to find it hard to forgive them!
And so it goes...

