Well Color Me Peachy

So, here is my latest struggle with being without a vehicle.
I'm a procrastinator, I'll freely admit that. So, it should come as no surprise that this evening I was sitting in my nice quiet apartment trying to multi task; writing the paper I have due tomorrow at 12:30 and do laundry I so desperately need clean before work at 8 am. Well, I was merrily writing away, impressed with my own insights into The 9/11 Commission Report and how easily the words were just flowing out of me, then I decide to get the laundry out of the way. I get to the laundry room and see a sign on the dryer that says, "Dryer broken, repair man coming tomorrow, 8/20." For some reason, I assumed that this only pertained to the top unit. So, I add my detergent and set the washer a movin'. I come back about 4 written pages later to transfer my clothes, get one coin into the machine and realize that BOTH the units are out. Fuckshit. What the hell am I gonna do?
Well, I get back to my apartment with my wet clothes and try to decide what to do and who to call. I try Em, who has both a car and a free dryer at her apartment, but she doesn't answer. I try the other Em, who lives about 50 yards away and has a dryer, but she was on the road back to Columbus and was still about an hour away from the city.
The only option I am left with is walking my happy ass to the nearest laundry mat. So, I pack up my notebook and clothes and get hiking.
Now, before you start feeling sorry for me, I should let you know that the nearest laundry mat is only one block up and two blocks over from my place. And it was nice out this evening. So, really, I shouldn't bitch too much, because people in places like New York City have to deal with this shit all the time (hell, I walked a lot farther when I was staying in Nice). I mean, this still adds to my bitterness about not having my car, but at least I can say that I handled the situation without being too much of a baby. I actually kinda enjoyed the walk home, it was quiet and really nice out... And that is, of course, ignoring the fact that it probably wasn't the safest move ever, since two police cruisers and a paddy wagon sped by me on my way back home. But whatever, I was armed with my pepper spray. I was more worried about being mugged for my bag which contained my precious term paper. Now THAT would have been a bitch.
Well, anyway... If anything, I can get some serious sympathy from my mom and possibly get my dear old dad moving on that car.
The one thing that does bug me, though, is that I had already been to that very same laundry mat earlier today. I walked there to get quarters so I could come home and do my washing in the facilities conveniently located down the hall from me. Damnit.