I find myself again, at Wild Wash Laundromat in Las Vegas. It is fairly empty today, which I find pleasant. It is fresh in here; this is definitely one of the nicest laundromats I’ve been to. I give it a nine out of ten. I sit on one of the blue park benches they have here. Besides me is a couple of message chairs–the ones you insert a dollar into for several minutes of pleasure. One is in use, the person on it seems to be enjoying it. The machine massages his head and it shakes, I imagine him imagining he is motor boating a big breasted woman–I might try it, nah, too broke.
The clothes in the washers finish washing. Five dollars, two double loads, washes all my clothing artifacts.I don’t own much. I am minimalist. I walk over, take the clothes out–they feel a little sticky, must be the detergent. I throw the clothes in one of the four wheeled laundromat carts and walk towards the dryers. One cool thing about this laundromat is that the dryers are free, or should I say, they provide you with sixteen minutes of dry time–two quarters for each double load. It usually takes three quarters per double load for a nice dry though–not bad.
While the clothes dry I walk outside to smoke a cigarette. It’s a little windy in Vegas today. I find a nice shady area under some trees around the corner, set the tall iced coffee and tall iced water from Starbucks on the ledge and light up. The wind breezes by causing the trees to drop there seeds on my head. It’s nice and peaceful. Only a woman and her dog can be seen in my vicinity. The cigarette runs out–that was fast.
Eight minutes remain on the dryers. I should make my way back….
Back in the laundromat I go to the same spot I was sitting in. I wish each visit was like this.