Down at the Laundromat

In most any New York City laundromat there is drop off service.  You drop off your bag-o-dirties, come back later in the day to a bag-o-freshies.  It has ALWAYS amazed me that the employees at the laundromat could fold anything into a perfect little square for these drop-off people.

Seriously.

Even a fitted sheet.

I've seen it!  It's amazing!

So, they fold everything into this perfect little tower of squares, then precisely stack it into the bag to form a perfect square or rectangle in the bag.  It's mind-blowing.  I haven't a clue how they do it.  I've tried and tried.

Today I was in the laundromat and I saw one of the women that work there doing her own laundry.....and much to my delight, she was NOT folding everything perfectly!  Her bag of folded clothes looked like a lumpy tower, like a normal persons.  Like mine.  I even saw her fold a rug and it wasn't precise.

It totally made my day.

And with that, I gave up trying to get perfect squares and simply stuffed everything into the bag.  We hang up almost everything anyway - what's the point of folding to carry the bag for 2 blocks?!  It felt good.  Gone are my days of attempting to make perfect squares.  Hello stuff & go!

You Know You've Arrived When...

Yesterday I was riding the train home (the N/Q train, not the pictured 7 train, though this is very close to the location where this happened) and the car I was in was pretty packed.  As I peeled my face off the guy's shoulder in front of me, I looked towards the other end of the car and noticed there was TONS of room down there.  I thought, "why is nobody pushing that way?" so a few stops later I managed to get enough room to wiggle my self down towards the open space, the whole way thinking "what's the deal with these people? Do they like each other a lot or something?" until... the wall of invisible rotting-corpse death stench cloud hit my nose and I immediately knew what everything was all about.  Down at the end of the car was sitting a man who didn't look too bad but must have made his coat from small animals and forgot to skin them properly.  Wow, ok, so yeah, no shower but I mean come on! At least you could air out a bit during the day or run under one of they many fountains in the city.  Nobody in any state of poverty should smell that bad, seriously bad!  Hello New York City!  Don't you just love it?