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The week before Thanksgiving, I went do our laundry and was horrified to find that our complex’s laundry room was flooded yet again (this makes, I believe, three times in the past eight months. It’s so unfortunate.)
Usually our laundry room is fantastic. No problems, I rarely ever have to wait for anyone to move their laundry, and it’s kept very clean.
So it was especially disappointing to see that things had been flooded. Our excellent managers (who are on top of everything) posted a sign telling everyone that they’d be getting it fixed as soon as possible, but that we’d have to find alternate laundry arrangements in the meantime.
No. Bueno.
We waited the weekend and Monday to see whether or not it would be fixed in that time with no luck. Michael and I decided to be brave and venture into the wide open scary world of laundromats.
I sort of have a phobia.
I haven’t ever been to or seen a clean, shiny laundromat with cheerful, healthy-looking employees full of normal, clean, pleasant individuals. So, I was nervous. Michael and I decided to make it fun by turning it into an adventure by visiting a laundromat in our neighborhood: The Wash Hut.
Please pretend that it’s not embarrassing that an adventure for me is doing my laundry at the Wash Hut. It was brave. Really.
Let me take you on a tour of our adventures. For those of you with weak stomachs or no attention spans, you may want to exit the ride now.
Please notice the “authentic” tiki-style “roof” above the stacked dryers. These false roof tiles will take you away to a balmy, sunshiney island, rather than the cold, fluorescently-lit laundromat you are actually in.
We brought things to do in case we needed to distract ourselves.
We were pleased to discover old, crusty magazines for our reading enjoyment. Did you, like, know that like, Madonna is, like totally all about A-Rod? Now we do.
The Wash Hut also had yellowing vending machines, filled with perishable items of questionable safety.
Nearby is the Suds ‘n Such for all your “I forgot to bring ____” needs.
On your left is the unsanitary bathroon with the creaky door. If you watch carefully, you too can see a creepy man of questionable criminal record emerge. It’s every infectious-disease student’s dream come true.
We were delighted to discover a quarter arcade in the Wash Hut. For $.25 each, Michael and I each took a turn playing Pac-Man. You could also read this sentence like this: Michael and I decided to play together and I lacked the coordination and cleverness to play well, and fouled out within the second round.
Michael established himself by scoring the top score. Michael will heretofore be known as “He Who Scored the High Score at the Wash Hut. ”
This is the pin-ball machine. Secretly, I wanted to try it. But having proven my lack of coordination, I thought my $.25 could be used better elsewhere. Like the dryer, for instance.
Here is the crust between two sets of washers. It is typical of that which could be seen covering many surfaces in the Wash Hut. Don’t touch it. Any of it. It’s a bad choice.
Now that our tour has come to a close, I thought I’d finish by launching the new album covers I came up with. I’m taking submissions for band names and CD names.
This first one is my favorite. Please ignore the girl’s reflection in the window.
Really, just ignore her.
For just over an hour’s time and almost the same as we would have paid at our complex, it really wasn’t even that bad.
And only one creepy man emerged from the bathroom and no one approached us the entire time. It was a magnificent success of an adventure.
It was fun! REALLY!
