Laundromats

So usually I do my laundry in the facuility behind my apartment. It's a tiny room with very few machines available but it is for the residents of the apartments around mine. But there is no change machine there and half of the time the machines just eat up your quarters. So, playing it safe, I drove several blocks away to a popular laundromat to do wash my clothes.

This is not my first time in one of these places. Sometimes, when we travel, I also do laundry in public laundry service places. And let me tell you. There are some weird people who hang out in these places. I mean I think I'm probably getting grouped into some weird category too, so who the Hell am I to talk, but still.

When traveling, we usually do our laundry late at night to not disturb our day plans. There are some seriously sketchy people who hangout there late at night. And some during the day.

Like check this guy here right now. I'm loading up my washers and look up at him over by the dryers. He's already unloaded his machine and is folding his laundry. Which, for a college guy, seems odd in the first place. Important to note: he's alone. Just him. By himself. The next thing I notice is the 36DD on top of the folded clothes. Uhhh what??? Then I see in his hands a very short, very tight, and very purple slut dress. So either this fellow is a cross dresser and not afraid to show it, or some woman in his life is crackin a whip. She managed to get him to take her laundry, along with his, to a laundromat and make him take care of it on his own. Maybe in the private of your own home/apt that's fine, but to make this poor bastard cart around your skanky clothes and undergarments in public?? I felt bad for the guy. I almost offered to help him find his balls.

The other people I felt bad for today was a group of mentally handicapped young adults. Maybe the boys were adults, or at least around my age. I'm just awful at determining ages. But, alas, it wasn't their handicap that made me feel bad for them. It seemed to me that they had two women who were their caretakers during the day. And the women dragged this group with them so that they could do their laundry. Not the boys' laundry, the womens'. Wow. What a great field trip and group activity. I thought it was one of the rudest things. Making them go with you so you can run errands when they have no authority to stop you?

The serious weirdos don't appear until night. They are usually the old men who have no real place to be and just hang out there because there aren't attendants to kick them out. They aren't doing laundry... But they will watch you do yours. They will watch you walk out to your car and struggle to unlock the door with your bag of clean clothes. Yeah. Avoid those fuckers. Don't go to laundromat after dark. It doesn't matter if it seems safe in the light, everything gets fucking creepy at night.

So you've had a bad day.

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