Heh. You'll stop enjoying it when you have to fold.
Not that I know anymore as Joe does all of our laundry.
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Heh. You'll stop enjoying it when you have to fold.
Not that I know anymore as Joe does all of our laundry.
I used to kind of like the laundromat. Fascinating people watching, and the tumble dryers are hypnotic.
The tumble dryers may be hypnotic, but the see-through washers are FASCINATING. Look at the soap! And water! And spinnyspinnyspinny so fast!
Oh yeah. When I was a little kid, I tossed action figures in so I could watch them get caught in the torrent, and then pretended I'd left them in my pocket.
What?
I used to kind of like the laundromat. Fascinating people watching, and the tumble dryers are hypnotic.
I've got very good childhood memories of going down to the laundromat & doing our laundry & showering during the winter. (The pipes would freeze solid at least once a winter. Normally 3 times or so.) I was allowed to have bubblegum! And watch network television! These were Big Things.
Joining the happy to be an only child corner.
Your laundromat had SHOWERS, juliana?
Your laundromat had SHOWERS, juliana?
Every laundromat in AK that I've been in had showers. Necessary when half the population doesn't have running water.
Oh, Alaska. Huh.
That makes more sense.
My laundry is now happily tumbling in the dryer. 30 more minutes to kill.
Did I mention that I left my book at home? Yeah.