And like Jeff Somers, the washeteria here on my block is full of some very very novel worthy characters.
Jeff must patronize the only Sudsatopia that doesn't have cell service cause he missed "The Narrator" who talks on her phone while washing, drying, folding, dropping, refolding, packing, toting, returning, searching, finding, repacking, leaving. Subject of this conversation is essentially twitter fodder: "what I am doing right now."
It's enough to make me swill Purex.
For those of you who think we have lost all our marbles to not have a washing machine and a dryer, I should tell you this: our lease precludes them. And it's a pretty common provision in rental leases here in New York.
So much so that people who do buy and install them have the appliances delivered in boxes marked "TV sets" or "large box o'something else" AND having the delivery guys remove the packing boxes rather than leave them for the building's recycling pickup.
I love this city, I do, and the proof is that I'm willing to put up with this.
So, if you own a washer and dryer, please go pat them and croon words of love ... then invite me over.