Apparently the laundromat is a good place to go if you're looking for a fight. I visited my new neighborhood laundromat for the first time this weekend. While it is not as "classy" as some of the brightly lit, rodent-free laundrettes up the block, it's right around the corner from my apartment.
There are obvious problems with the place:
1. Arcade game where change machine should be (seems like it would be cool, but actually even more inconvenient as you can't even get quarters to play the arcade game.)
2. Danger of your clothes smelling like burnt toast if you pick the wrong dryer.
3. G.I. Jane starring Demi Moore playing on the TV, but set to the soundtrack of Mariachi music.
These things are all acceptable, or at least must be accepted upon entering the laundromat. Fine. But the unforseen problem is that this laundromat is frequented by territorial old Indian ladies ready for a scuffle.
True of False: It is OK to "save seats" by filling your ridiculous amount of laundry into 50% of the washers in the place and then coming back to start it later?
This was exactly the disagreement at the heart of the confrontation that ensued when I tried to remove the abandoned clothes from a stagnant washer commandeered by this laundry lady. I'm small enough that I usually would think twice before provoking a fight, but my opponent had to stand on a stool to place detergent in Slots 1 and 2. She has craziness on her side, but I have youth and quickness. Point being, we will meet again, and next time, I will be ready for her.
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