A huge obstacle I have encountered since being in college is how to wash my clothes without using some Dawn in the kitchen sink. After bumming one to many free loads at friends and family houses, I decided to check out the local laundromat. Of course I had to go late night, was tucked securely between an Ameristop and the Check n Go. This place was crowded for 12am on a Sunday night. I realized that there were only three people in the whole place, but got confused when nearly all of the washers and dryers were filled.
As I sat there taking in the scene around me I realized I wasn’t much better off. I was wearing a zip up hoodie that was two sizes too big. I had deliberately chosen not to shower after my workout thinking that if this look was suitable anywhere this was the place. My hair was disheveled as I made the rookie mistake of touching the inside of the dryer which apparently was set warm enough to bake some brownies. After figuring out which quarter insert to use I found out to my surprise that this place is cheaper than the sketchy basement machines at my apartment building…I guess the trade off was there weren’t any vampires in my building’s basement. As I grabbed the rest of my stuff vampire turned to me and commented that she liked my sweatshirt. I reflexively responded that I liked her pants and she strolled away past peanut butter girl who was still digging away in the jar of jiffy. This certainly was a more exciting way to get some chores done.