I have a free cart, available to a good home. Or a bad home, actually. It’s just a metal cart.
A ponytailed man in a Hawaiian shirt just forced me to wait 10 minutes for a dryer at the laundromat… just so he could fold his other Hawaiian shirts.
Sometimes before laundry day, I wear low rise jeans with high rise undies. Yeah, I’m a fashionista like that.
A visit to the laundromat is not complete without…
