I don’t want to come off sounding like a spoiled brat, but I’ve always lived in houses with a laundry. You know… sink, washing machine, clothes dryer, ironing board; all that conventional wifey stuff.
This makes me a laundromat virgin.
I’ve seen these laundromat places on television, in movies, and walked past them on the street. But never physically entered because obviously I’ve never needed to.
But… you know what today is? Laundry day. You know why? Because we’ve been travelling exactly one week and I have no clean underwear left. And you don’t want to cross me when I don’t have clean panties on. And no, I’m not one to rotate or wear them inside out, so please don’t even suggest it.
Now here’s the thing, our temporary residence in downtown Montreal is sans laundry. And I’m bemused and excited all at the same time. Excited? Absolutely. Because now I get to go play at the laundromat!
I’m hopeful that something hilarious will occur as I don’t know the first thing about laundromat etiquette… Do you talk to people? Or is it like a bookshop where most people have one purpose only? Will I be considered freakishly odd if I start up a conversation with a random? We’ll soon find out.
So I’ve just found out there’s a laundromat nearby. But get this, this laundromat has free WiFi! Is that not the greatest combination of goodness since Vegemite and cheese? Now I’m really looking forward to it, but damn, if only my best outfit wasn’t smelly…
Do you have any tragic, strange or glorious laundromat experiences to share?
I lived in Montreal for a summer near the Atwater station and there was an old man outside the laundromat who would scream at people when they walked by. At first it scared me and then it became familiar. One day he just wasn’t there and it was really sad.