Marcy knows the struggle

I stomped my chunky boots straight out of that bathroom and followed the deafening rumble down the hall into the laundry room! That big white washing machine was bucking and rattling on the linoleum like a stock car redlining in turn four. You know Marcy don't back down from serious horsepower. I hauled myself up an overturned plastic hamper, scrambled onto the vibrating enamel lid, and planted my sneakers wide right next to the control knob. Every single bolt was shuddering under my boots! I pumped my fist into the air and hollered over the roar that whoever balanced this load deserves to get booted off my pit crew.