Laundromat
By Thomas Henry
27 July 2008
I live in an apartment. I don't have a washer and dryer. So, every so often I'm obligated by the lack of clean clothes to go to the laundromat. I can't help but wonder if there is anyone anywhere that actually enjoys going to the Laundromat to wash and dry their clothes? I pose the question because I am definitely not one of them.
I usually bring a book. Getting lost in a novel is infinitely more pleasurable than being buffeted by the racket of dozens of washers and dryers straining under mountains of dirty clothing....along with the rhythmic pounding of the wet tennis shoes that someone has inevitably thrown into an industrial-sized dryer.
Small children screaming at the top of their lungs while careening through the aisles pushing those wheeled, metal baskets that never seem to stop until they bang full-bore into your shins seems to be de-rigeur in any laundromat I've ever been to and another reason I dislike them.
So, today I decided to leave my book at home and bring my camera instead. What you see are the results of that decision.
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