One of my husband's favorite jokes, from back in our dating days, was "laundromat dates are loads of fun." I know, another groaner, but today it proved true. Last week our laundry room was closed all week for improvements. These were way overdue, since, on any given day, half of the old machines would be out of commission. Wisely, the laundry room in the other building was open in case anyone was desperate for clean clothes. I was happy to wait. Yesterday I followed the directions on the new money kiosk, which is in the other building for now, was able to buy and load my brand new money card, and felt ready. Early this morning I trundled my cart full of dirty clothes down to the laundry room and saw the new equipment for the first time. Picture it; a row of ten brand new, gleaming white Maytag washers, with their lids open in a cheerful salute, ready and waiting, and across the room an equal number of brand new dryers. They were so pretty. I just stood and admired for a while. Then I followed the directions printed on the washer lids, loaded everything, noted that the new washers hold larger loads, and used my money card to start the machines. I was doing two loads of laundry. Forty minutes later I was back to load everything into a dryer (except the stuff I hang to dry) and that worked well too. Compared to the old dryers, this one was so quiet, I had to listen closely to make sure it was running. No squeaks, no groans, no wild vibrations, just drying. What a pleasure. It makes me look forward to my weekly laundry day (well, almost).
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