A Day at the Laundromat

Summer is for doing all of the chores that get neglected during the school year. Kellie and I lugged the comforters to the laundromat this week. I remember the laundromat being kind of a boring and depressing place, back when I had to use one, in my pre-washing machine days. But Kellie pointed out that there is actually a lot to do at the laundromat besides wash and dry and wait.

You can get your sticker shopping done.

You can play in the play area with the three toys that have not been stolen yet. Or washed, ever.

You can read all of the ridiculous signs that hve been posted, such as this one, which points out that the machine is out of order. Really? I wouldn't have known, from the gaping hole where the coin slot is supposed to be.
You can look for things stuck to the ceiling. Mostly little sticky hand toys. Maybe you can try to get them down.
You can make funny faces for the security camera. From the looks of the laundromat, the guy who is supposed to monitoring the camera is asleep in the back.
You can plan your next vacation.
You can relax in the lounge, and watch the flat screen TV. It's Michael Scott's dream. He could just stand there and watch TV for hours.

You can wash your low meat. Low meat?
You can brush up on your spelling skills. Oh, Low HEAT. Permanetly, apparetly.
You can smoke a few cigs, and then drop them for someone to pick up later. Some might call you rude and inconsiderate, but you would really be philanthropic. You would help to stimulate the economy by giving people jobs to do, like pick up your garbage for you.And finally, you can get career ideas. At least you would only have one color group to deal with at the laundromat: camo.