I used to do laundry at my boyfriend's house. When we broke up, the thing I hated most was having to take my clothes to the laundry mat. Now, I've grown to love it! Ya, there are a bunch of crazies that hang around there. I got hit on once by a guy who worked for Brite Smile. Yeek! The place is called Mrs. Bubbles. How fitting really...cheesy place, cheesy name. It has at least 20 dryer sheets swirling around the floor at any given time, which also drives me completely insane. Two loads plus dry time is about 6 bones in quarters. But... they have free wireless and sometimes the mindless task can be the most satisfying.
-gibbler
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ah, mrs. bubbles. I had to go there once -- last year actually. the condo turned off the gas and they didn't mention that the dryers are gas so they wouldn't work (and I didn't put two and two together). I had to hop on a plane for CO that afternoon and all my clothes were wet so I took everything to mrs. bubbles to dry. I met some interesting folks there.
Well, if gas ever mysteriously goes away, you'll know there's a least one slightly normal person at Bubbles on Sundays...
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