Tuesday, January 10, 2012
The last time I was at a laundrymat that I can remember, I was a little girl and I looked suspiciously at the other poor folk using the facilities. I imagined that they were all derelicts (how in the world do you spell that word?) and I was in immediate danger. It was a real adventure. We were in Greenfield, California and it was REALLY hot out. Or is Greenfield in Arizona? Anyway. When we had finished using the machines, we got our things out of the dryer and put them in one of those nifty rolling carts with a basket on the bottom and a place to hang things up on the top. We were disgusted to see our things full of dead (but now clean) flies who had gone through the cycle in addition to our clothes. It sure made an impression on me! Soooooo, today, because of a delay in the washing machine repair man's schedule, I took about 8 loads of steaming, stinking laundry to the laundrymat. The machines were state of the art, the caretaker exceedingly odd but no flies in our stuff. AND I got all of the loads done in two machines within one hour. Hm. I might just get a regular subscription to the place.