Today, this morning, at dawn, we loaded up all the laundry, which was piles and piles of it, because the dryer has been breaking for days, and drove off to hunt down a laundromat (these are both scarcer and pricier than they used to be -- I will appall you later with tales of how much it costs to wash a load of laundry*). The kid had never been to a laundromat and was terrified, who knows why. I kept telling her she would love it.
"They have chairs," I said. "Nearby will be a small store to buy chips and crap. We can read and talk while the laundry spins. It will be warm and smell good and we can watch the interesting people. I got several of my best details for my best stories watching people at laundromats. You'll see."
I was right, too. She loved it.
"This is so cool," she told me, returning from a lengthy circuit of the laundry. "We should come here every week!"
(Herr Dr. Delagar, I must tell you, was much less sanguine.)
*I forgot to include this. $2.25 a load. But this is for the big machine, the front-load triple loader. The smaller machine was only $1.50. The dryers are a quarter for every 9 minutes.