I just walked up and down three flights of stairs carrying about three weeks worth of laundry to only find out that the machine was out of order and the little shop across the street didn't have any quarters to spare. So, I walked back up those three flights of stairs with my still dirty laundry. Man, that really sucks. I really hate doing laundry so while part of me is ok with this but the other part of me just wants it to be done with so i can forget about for a couple of weeks. ugh.