Today I was sitting in my laundromat reading… waiting for my clothes to be dry of course. No, I don’t just go to the laundromat to sit and read and watch people. Though, after today, I might just start.
A middle aged guy came in and began loading his washers. It was at this point that I noticed a fishy sort of smell beginning to fill the room. I didn’t really mind it though. It was very faint and I was pretty engrossed in the book I was reading.
The man then made a noise that I can only describe as a “Harumph.” This caused me to look up from my book. He was standing in front of the two washers he had loaded, arms folded, glaring at the machines. His stance was similar to that of a military officer watching soldiers doing push ups. I considered trying to take a picture of him with my new cell phone, but before I could decide, he sprung forward and seized his bottle of “All” detergent.
Suddenly he began mumbling “gotta kill the fish smell. gotta kill the fish smell.” He proceeded to pour what I could only assume was about 2 more cups of detergent into the machine. Then he opened his bottle of bleach and started pouring that in too. Mind you, his laundry was not a load of whites, it was a mix of colors.
Then he spilled bleach on himself and began shouting obscenities. Mind you again, he was RIGHT in front of me and there was no one else in the place. It was very hard to ignore him, but I somehow accomplished it. He capped his bleach and ran out… probably to go home and clean the bleach off of himself before sustaining a nasty series of chemical burns.
My dryer finished. I loaded my stuff into a bag and got the hell out of there before the guy came back… but not before taking a picture of his now SUD FILLED washing machine.
That’s all folks
