by leona | Oct 20, 2008 | Laundromat Stories
In the beginning, there was authority (or building management) and nothin’ been right since A guy has entered the laundromat and in his heyday he was probably a high school star running back. And back in the day he wore a letterman jacket, drove a red Chevy...
by leona | Oct 20, 2008 | Laundromat Stories
I’m gonna lay my burden down by the riverside and study war no more The woman seated behind the counter dealing out ten-dollar packs of quarters has got to weigh at least 350 pounds.She wobbles over to get my money.“What’ll it be, KID?” she says.“I’d like to get a...
by leona | Oct 20, 2008 | Laundromat Stories
You can lead a horse to water, but he or she shouldn’t drink unless it’s spring water Have you ever noticed that laundromats never have a name above the entrance that can be read? Most of the signs have fallen, or the pressed on letters have peeled off. If they do...
by leona | Oct 20, 2008 | Laundromat Stories
To err is human, to forgive is stupid, but silence is actually golden Oh to find a laundromat that opens at 6:00AM, what a dream, what a delight. I arrived at 7:09 sharp. A middle aged white guy had already taken stake on the premises. He was balding and wore...
by leona | Oct 19, 2008 | Laundromat Stories
Play with the devil and he’ll spit in your eye An old woman who appeared raceless stands wearing a crocheted cap cocked to the side like the Black Panthers once wore their leather berets. She might have once lived near Huey Newton in West Oakland but she’s no...
