Please –
You are responsible as the user of this laundry equipment to check each washer and dryer for
grease, dye, gum, lipstick, ink, crayon, or any foreign objects or materials before inserting clothing.
– The Management
That message is posted in three if not four different locations at the local Laundromat which is appropriately named – coin laundry. Yes, I said Laundromat. Though every time I type the damn word, auto correct capitalizes it. I’m a horrible speller and use numerous words out of context. Does auto correct correct those mistakes? No. But I try to spell Laundromat with an ‘l’ and … .
Anyway, this post is NOT about my frustration with auto correct, it is about my fond memories of public washing clothes facilities – the Laundromat. As a writer, there are countless, neverending reservoirs of ‘good material’ to draw ideas from for character and plot development – retail pharmacy, Wal-Mart, the bus station, the dinner table, the Laundromat – with a capital L , by the way. Did I say retail pharmacy? I witness shit everyday at the pharmacy that, as a writer, I could never feasibly put down on paper. Fiction imitating life, man. No doubt about it. Read that Memoir of mine. Then we’ll talk.
The Laundromat is no exception. I do have a washer and dryer in my home, of course. However, items such as throw carpets and those big fucking comforters that cost more to dry clean than they did to purchase are wonderful candidates for public washing facilities. I have a great time-saving approach for this alternate laundry option, too. There’s a Laundromat directly across the street from the gym. I throw the stuff in the machine, go to the gym for the 27 minute wash cycle, return during its final spin, and transfer the items to a dryer. Then I spend the drying time finishing my workout.
Yes, I AM that good, baby.
Though it is somewhat disappointing knowing that all that ‘good material’ lurking the Laundromat is being wasted. If I had the luxury to sit and wait for my laundry to be done, maybe I would sacrifice my time for ‘research’. With the way life has gone lately, that’s really not an option. Those ‘research’ methods, as well as my patience, have changed. My tolerance for ‘quirky’ and ‘interesting‘ has been sucked dry from over twenty years of retail. Besides, I’ve got a household to run. I’s aint got time for that shit.
This may be jogging the blogging memory bank, but years ago I ranted about the ‘Art of Folding Laundry’. Fortunately, my daughters have since changed their habits. I guess the annoyance of having their laundry folded inside out got the best of them.
Thank You –
– The Management
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LsXqi-eSkWo
P.S. – Sometimes I use top loaders for my small carpets.
