I may regret starting a blog when my home doesn’t have internet. Public locations advertizing “free wi-fi” are deceptive. All those loads of laundry and/or cups of coffee are going to add up eventually.  But on the other hand, posts written “on the run” are sure to be more concise, perhaps full of more adventure.

Today, I dropped my husband off at work before coming here to do our much-overdo laundry. This is the first time I’ve actually stayed at the laundromat while my clothes were being done. In the past, I have always started up the machines and then left to run errands. (usually groceries…). I realized this time how odd the laundromat culture is.  We are a diverse population of people who mechanically fold our undergarments with a dispassionate silence. This is not the place to eavesdrop, but boy is it the place to people watch!

Today there was a lady who was very serious about her laundry. I am a college student who does laundry economically: separate the whites from the colors into two loads but dry everything together. Not this woman. She took up half the wall of dryers with her tiny loads all set at different time increments. She laid her jeans flat on a table and stretched and smoothed every last wrinkle out. And her sweat pants! She grabbed each end in a hand, wrapping the garment behind her back and yanked on the poor pair of pants as if they were elastic stretch bands. I bet she would have had better luck had she stretched them like this:

As for me, I will go home and lay my damp, wrinkled clothes out on our bed as they finish drying.  I figure anyone who takes exception to a wrinkle or two in sweatpants is missing the point of having sweatpants…