Saturday afternoon at the laundromat

Lately I feel like a gypsy, wandering between my parents' house and Drew's.    Officially I live at my parents' house, but spend more time at Drew's.

For the most part I enjoy la vie boheme. But I have one serious problem:  laundry.

My mother has a pretty standard laundry room, a top loading washing machine and a matching dryer.  Only problem is the number of people living in that house and the amount of laundry they produce.  I got tired of fighting, arguing over who gets to use the machines.

Doing laundry at Drew's is also problematic. He has a washer but not a dryer.  The washer is somewhat inaccessible.  And he's got two roommates.

So. . .welcome to the laundromat.  I bring my bags of laundry and my Tide pods, and in under 2 hours I can do a week's worth of laundry.

I usually go at off hours, when the place isn't particularly busy.  Made a huge mistake today, showed up at a peak time, Saturday afternoon.

Never again.

Comments

  1. For the year without a washer, I would load up all my stuff and go Sunday evening. Best time to have the place nearly to myself!

    And the laundromat is definitely preferable to the squabbling.

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  2. I used to have to use a laundromat. One time I was hit on by a really short man wearing green Levi's, a memory that had retreated into the nether regions of my brain until I read this post. :)

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