Laundromats
Wonderful places. Grab a Watermelon Arizona, grab the New York Times, a couple cigarettes, and you’re set for a relaxing hour and a half. Even if ya just wanna sit and relax, you can enjoy the pitter patter of the latino babies chasing each other around non stop for twenty minutes at a time. In some cases they’ll even chase you.
Don’t go there at 8 30 or whatever time the final wash is. Being the last one in there is a weird feeling. The doors are locked so other people can’t get in, and it’s just you, quickly folding your kind of wet clothes so that the night-shift guy can hurry up and get out there and drink Coronas with his buddies.
A surprising perk of life in New Brunswick.
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