I never played in the dryer

I did one productive thing today, thank goodness. I discovered the local laundrymat/laundramat/laundromat (I wonder how one should spell that). I divided my clothes into three wash piles (nice clothes, whites and darks). Each wash cost only $1.25 which wasn't too bad, I thought. But, the dryer was another story.

The dryers are huge mammoth machines, so I put all my clothes into one. What can happen in a dryer anyway? I knew nothing was going to shrink. I got three quarters in (25 cents gets you eight drying minutes) before the machine started eating my quarters. It ate two of them, so I just stopped and let it run its course.

Once those 24 minutes were done, my clothes were still very wet, so I put another quarter in. GULP. Gone. So, I moved my clothes to another dryer. That machine wouldn't even take a quarter, it was jammed. So, I moved them for a third time into another machine, and put seventy-five cents in. Finally the clothes were dry.

Of course, clean clothes take up more space than dirty ones, it's true. So, my jam-packed bag of dirty laundry was now too small to fit all my clean items. So I piled my jeans on top of the bag. Of course, everything in the bag was terribly wrinkled the minute I dumped them out of the bag here at home (a quick 2 minute walk from the laundro-place). Argh. So, now I'll have to wake up early, or stay up late, or find some daytime hours to iron my clothes. QUIZ: Or wish I lived in Lake Charles, LA. Name it.