Now let's talk about this laundromat sitch.
Honestly, it had been a really long time since I visited one of these so I wasn't quite sure what to expect. The last time I went to a laundromat I was in undergrad and convinced a friend to come with me. This of course meant we snuck in booze and had a mini-party there. This is not what happened yesterday. What actually happened is I arrived, claimed my machines with my detergent, collapsable hampers, and latte, and then mistakenly exchanged a 10 dollar bill for quarters instead of a 5. Talk about jingle. I was beyond thrilled when I was able to start all my loads at the same time. (Yes, this is my life.) I put a timer on my phone, picked up my book, and did calf-raises as I read. Life was grand.
About five minutes later my ADHD kicked in and I was bored. I put the book down and took a minute to observe what was happening around me. I saw a group of men who didn't speak English arguing over how much clothes would fit in one machine, a small group of hipsters obviously nursing hangovers, some chatty musicians, and of course a few screaming children begging their mom for quarters so they could get a toy from the vending machine. (Whoever thought of putting those machines in there is a jerk, you know everyone needs their quarters!) It wasn't a bad scene, but since I was alone I felt like a creeper watching everyone; I decided to pick up my book again.
My timer went off and headed to my first machine to make the switch. Just as I began pulling my clothes out I was spotted by a guy friend I hadn't seen in a while. No big, right? We gave each other a quick hug, quickly caught up on the holiday season, and then had the whole "SX is coming...I'm sooooo busy" schpeel. Everything was peachy until it was awkward. Yeah, you know that moment in the laundromat when you notice someone peep your basket and your unmentionables are sitting at the top of your pile'o'clothes. Yeah. Pretty much. Conversation quickly ended and before my face could tell all I headed to the dryers.
It was here that I realized the how massive the dryers were, how little some of my items were, and how the men who didn't speak English had their eyes on every single dryer....looking to spot something lacey, and looking extra creepy. I quickly transferred all my goods, and shot a "don't look at my clothes unless you want bleach poured on your face" glare at them. Hey, it's not my fault. Who do I need to talk to about having tinted dryer windows? I should probably talk to them about electronic transactions as well.
It didn't take long for me to get back to feeling comfortable, and even though I had already claimed a folding table I decided I had had enough awkward moments for one morning. It was probably in my best interest to fold my skibbies at home. When my timers went off I threw my clothes back in the hampers and headed to the parking lot.
On my way out the door I noticed a sign for the mat's same-day laundry service. $1.05 per pound. Washed and folded! I had no idea places actually did that! That would be even more convenient than doing 4 loads at the same time. Before you start thinking I'm extra bouj, let me say I only considered it for a split-second and remind you that I don't have my own washer/dryer at home. Truth is, I really enjoyed my little ol' laundromat experience and even though it definitely had its fair share of moments I'd totally go back and do it again....and maybe even again after that. Who knows, maybe it will turn into a party next time.
~ A Charlie Gal
This post is dedicated to my dear friend, "Queen of the Club", "Party Princess", and above all else, Domestic Diva. You know who you are - clinky clinky.
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