positives & negatives

Did you ever notice that your least favorite article of clothing is always the first to fall? I believe the floor of the Laundromat is a magnet for your worst laundry. Without fail, whenever I'm switching from the washer to the dryer or from the dryer to the folding table, I always drop an article of clothing and it's usually something like my oldest sock, the one that will never again look clean no matter how much bleach it soaks in, you know the one that was meant to be thrown out a year ago but because you have the pair...it stays.

Understanding that nobody actually sees the sock hit the floor, and if someone did see, they would care less, but for some reason I pick up the sock as fast as humanly possible and jab it in the middle of my folded pile.

Then I become embarrassed for no reason and think to myself "I should have thrown that out long ago", as if I need to justify this to myself. Maybe it could be that I'm subconsciously reminded of the things my mother used to say to me as child, "always wear clean underwear because you never know, you may end up in the hospital and you'll be pretty embarrassed if the 'young' doctors see you in dirty underwear."

(it's the same idea)

But just once I'd love for my very new, very cool bra to fall and I could enjoy a moment of sheer pride in the Laundromat.

Don't get me wrong, the positives of laundry day definitely outweigh the negatives. I’ve always found the Laundromat very therapeutic...maybe it's the gentle heat combined with the scent of fabric softener?

Not to mention, you’re surrounded by guys who share an interest in clean underwear and god knows how often that happens in NY.