Rich You Nasty little boy!
Now I understand all the guff I got sneaking into laundry rooms.
Tell NO ONE this next story:
We had a similar set up in my neighborhood in a long brick apartment block down at the end of our street.
But there were stairs down to it from the apartments and at each end of the basement there was a door outside. So it was perfect for little neighborhood kids to run right through.
We'll our gang leader Jay took us through one day, the building was full of just starting out couples and low income screamers. Which to our advantage,meant that the women were all really pregnant and didn't want to bother going down the stairs to chase us out.
Instead they would yell epithets down on us from the top of the stairs which made us insolent, very insolent so we would run out grab some sticks and stones run back in the other end and scream like indians and open the lids on all the running machines and throw the sticks and stones inside, crank the dials around in mid cycle ( that was my idea) then run out the other end of the basement and on home way, way down the street!!
Not a proud moment in washerdom but alot of drama! I was damn lucky my mother never found out. The whole Morrow Street gang was lucky their mothers never found out either!!
Dadoes thanks for the pointer I see the place where the button selector went now.
Hey Glenn, my sister finally got the matching top load dryer to her FP machine. She hooked the gas up herself which scares the heck out of me but so far she hasn't blown up yet! I'll try to get pictures out of her!
jon
Now I understand all the guff I got sneaking into laundry rooms.
Tell NO ONE this next story:
We had a similar set up in my neighborhood in a long brick apartment block down at the end of our street.
But there were stairs down to it from the apartments and at each end of the basement there was a door outside. So it was perfect for little neighborhood kids to run right through.
We'll our gang leader Jay took us through one day, the building was full of just starting out couples and low income screamers. Which to our advantage,meant that the women were all really pregnant and didn't want to bother going down the stairs to chase us out.
Instead they would yell epithets down on us from the top of the stairs which made us insolent, very insolent so we would run out grab some sticks and stones run back in the other end and scream like indians and open the lids on all the running machines and throw the sticks and stones inside, crank the dials around in mid cycle ( that was my idea) then run out the other end of the basement and on home way, way down the street!!
Not a proud moment in washerdom but alot of drama! I was damn lucky my mother never found out. The whole Morrow Street gang was lucky their mothers never found out either!!
Dadoes thanks for the pointer I see the place where the button selector went now.
Hey Glenn, my sister finally got the matching top load dryer to her FP machine. She hooked the gas up herself which scares the heck out of me but so far she hasn't blown up yet! I'll try to get pictures out of her!
jon
