As I sat in the hard blue plastic chair watching my clothes tumble around in the jumbo sized coin operated dryer, my mind drifted through the large glass window behind me. Boredom didn’t begin to describe my current state.
I had only been there for about forty minutes, but it seemed like an eternity. My daydreaming was interrupted by the occasional clang of the bells hitting the door as it was pulled open.
A thought suddenly occurred to me. ‘It doesn’t matter who you are or where you’re at in life. When you enter a laundromat, everyone is equal’. I had watched a young presumably single dude come in, an older lady leave, who looked like she could be on her way to church. I was somewhat intrigued by the diversity of the people that used the coin laundry facility.
It wasn’t a particularly busy day at the washerette, I had only seen a small handful of people come and go. The dryer I was using still displaying that I had thirty three minutes left until my quarters ran out. ‘My clothes should be dry by then.’ I mused to myself as my mind floated off to other thoughts.