Doing laundry today, I have to admit that I miss the clothesline strung across the AFM laundry room, weighted down with unclaimed socks.

I always had this image of them unclipping themselves, jumping down, and walking out of the room. They'd parade out into the hallway, past the internet cafe, down the stairs, and all settle in for some coffee and tea at the tables across from Starbucks.

Oh come on, don't tell me you never thought about it too :)