The laundry mat seems like it would be a really depressing place. It's sort of shabby and in my slightly snobby way I've always considered it a last resort, only frequented by those who aren't well-off enough to afford their own laundry machines or those who rent in big cities (and aren't well-off enough to afford an apartment with laundry).
But I don't find it depressing. I sort of like it. Other than the soda machine that just stole a dollar fifty from me, it's a pretty great place. It smells nice, I can watch the news, there are tables to fold my clothes on, no one is looking at me funny for eating my take-out sushi with the same hands I am about to fold clothes with, and my clothes are getting clean in a remarkably efficient amount of time.
I think if i was really rich, I would just get 4 washers and 4 dryers and have my own little laundry mat. You might wonder why, if I was that rich, I wouldn't just hire someone to do my laundry. Well, I don't want to be that sort of rich person.
I would have my sushi chef make me elaborate sushi dinners while I did my laundry. I might even put in one of those rotating sushi bars in my in-house laundry mat. And maybe the sushi chef could just start and change the loads for me while I sip drinks on the veranda. While he's at it, he can just fold the clothes and put them away. And serve me the sushi (again on the veranda). Ok, I guess I would be that sort of rich person.
But, I'd buy my sushi chef 4 washers and 4 dryers so he could get this warm, fuzzy laundry mat feeling that I have going.
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