The Washateria

Hello. On Saturday my mom asked me to go the washateria to wash all the floor mats and heavy blankets. It was around 2 in the afternoon and I go in my little truck to the washateria and dump all my items in the little push truck. After putting a 10 in the change machine I walk over to the heavy duty washers and load about 3 of them. I spend about 9 dollars and walk over to sit by the wall with everyone else. Since I’m on the border of Texas, there were a lot of mexican families visiting and getting their clothes washed. It was interesting watching all the people go about their business. I put on Pandora and started listening to one of my favorite songs (To Binge – Gorillaz). I realized that I feel comfortable in those sort of places. Small little mechanical places. Like damp maintenance closets. I remember when I was on that trip visiting the college where I went to wash my clothes for the week in their little laundry room. I just sat on the floor near the door switching between playing Fire Emblem and Hearthstone on my phone for 50 odd minutes. It was nice. The hum of the washers. Nobody bothered me. I feel so miserable just sitting in my room doing these things, but in places like that, I feel cozy. Well thanks for listening if you are. Here’s one of my favorite songs.