I figured I’d write something a little less serious today for grins and giggles. Here is a Saturday morning for me.
I think the laundromat saturation in this town of Hutchinson is ample.
We’ve got more than enough decent facilities to choose from. Despite
that, I always go to the most run down one in town.
I’ve been coming to the same mat for something like five years, and I
have no idea what the place is called. When referencing it, I call it
“the one by the liquor store.” I won’t even get into that convenience
right now.
This place apparently peaked in the seventies and has been going down hill
since. Its open 24 hours, which is awesome for people that just don’t
like to deal with other people when they’re doing laundry. I can’t stand
a laundromat full of people. It’s very stressful.
The only staff at this place is an old man that comes in on weekends
and mops and gets quarters. I always nod and say “hi” to this guy, but
he’s usually not having it. I said “Happy Easter,” to him and he replied
“ok.” True story.
I’m confident that when this place closes down for business, it will be
kept as a city landmark. The wall themselves tell many a story.
Fair enough.
With the quality literature and the sickly yellow haze, the ambiance is
second to none here. I also get the company of my good friend the
Grobe.
I don’t know what that is, but it makes me feel safe and afraid at the
same time.
Update: Ratherto has informed me in the comments that the above contraption is a mangler.
It may be stupid of me to come to the crummiest joint in town to do my
laundry. But this place is a staple of my morning. After I watch Ninja
Turtles, I throw my dirties in the basket and head down to the “one by
the liquor store … No, not that one. The one across from Papa Johns”
and do what I have to.
What is that device? This thing you call the Grobe?
But, isn’t there something just comforting in the stability knowing what to expect from week to week? I have many of those patterns, especially when it come to drinking holes. I keep going back to the comfort of uneven floors that make you feel like you are drunk before you have even had a drink and cobwebs that have been in the corners so long they feel like old friends as you walk into the door. And, although, I wander to other places occasionally — I still have to go home everyone once in awhile.
I’m with ya 110%, slippy.
I’ve got my own little bar that I hang around more than I really should, but its a damn fine place to waste time and catch a buzz.
M
M
That thing is called a mangler…seriously. Don’t ask how I know. I retain useless info.
Later
-R
Ratherto, I am WAAAAAY impressed.
N
Ok, now we know it’s a mangler. But what does a mangler do? Mangle?
A mangler is used like a giant iron. People used to iron their sheets before they put them on bed or in the closet. If someone was skilled with a mangler, they could also use it to press shirts or pants. Most people just used it for bigger items.
Manglers fell out of used when one day a person finally woke up and said, “Why the fuck am I ironing bedsheets?” Does anyone really care if your sheets are wrinkled? How many times have all you ladies heard this? “Honey, you know I have super-sensitive skin. I just can’t sleep on wrinkled sheets. Every wrinkle feels like a thousand daggers on my skin. Could you go and iron the sheets before bed?” Then the lady of the house would reply, “Go fuck yourself, douchebag.”
Unless of course you wanted the sheets to show a before and after effect. Perfectly ironed before, all wrinkled after some action (Bow Chicka Wow Wow).
Anyway, next week on Ask Ratherto, we’ll uncover the mystery of why people iron jeans and why those people need to be stopped.
Later
-R
I’ve taken an iron to my jeans a few times, but only because it’s hard to shake the wrinkles from a pair that has been in a pile in the corner of the room sometimes.
-M
Ratherto, you must tell me–where can I find a mangler. I need to iron my bedsheets.
N
Well, now I must add you both to my “people who must be stopped” list.
I hope you are happy. I’ll bet you send “Thank You” cards as well. (I need to do a whole blog about that, later.)
R
PS
Funny think, R,
People that use emoticons are on my “people who must be stopped list”.
I was just trying to convey that I was kidding. I didn’t mean to offend *SNIFF* I love you guys. *SNIFF* Don’t be mad.
HAHA
Later
-R
OMG, LMAO! That was so friggen funny! I laughed and and choked on my coffee!
Viva La “the one by the liquor store.”
Julz