8:07 p.m.: staked out in the laundry room, reading, waiting to pounce on the first available washer.
8:13 p.m.: a washer finishes its load.
8:16 p.m.: owner comes to claim clothes.
8:19 p.m.: put down my book, load the washer, put in detergent, pay, and leave.
8:24 p.m.: where's my book?
8:25 p.m.: book's not in the laundry room.
8:26 p.m.: book's not in my dorm room.
8:27 p.m.: oh, no. *sprints back to washer*
8:27:23 p.m.: discover soapy wet book in the washing machine, along with all my clothes. its pages are stained by the pink post-it note I was using as a bookmark.
My book, drenched and smelling strongly of Mrs. Meyer's Baby Blossom Scented detergent
Stretched out on the windowsill, hopefully drying