Back in my college days in San Diego I used to go to the best laundromat on Earth. It was in a building that was half laundromat and half 7-11. You could just go over and get sodas, beer, munchies or magazines at any time. They had a TV that was usually tuned to sports, the machines worked very well and there was this group of hotties that were there every Thursay night. The place was open 24 hours a day.
For the last twelve years or so I’ve owned my own machines which has been great since even the best of laundromats suck. Best of all, I’ve probably only used my own machines six or seven times because Mrs. H does all of the laundry.
When I was in college, the dryer in our apt. complex broke. It wouldn’t shut off. Of course, no one complained about it because it meant free drying.
When we moved from SC to FL, we had to live in an apt. complex. There was a laundromat across the street and one in the complex. The one in the complex did not have hot water, ate quarters like it was going out of style, and couldn’t dry worth crap. The one across the street was hot and boring, but it was never crowded.
Then we moved into our house, hooked up our washer and dryer, and I haven’t bitched about doing laundry since.
Isn’t there a Sears commercial where a girl goes into a laundromat, kisses everyone good-bye, and we find out she’s bought a new Kenmore washer and dryer?