February 23, 2010
A sign on the door of "my" laundromat says they've lost their lease. Their last day is tomorrow. I'll be returning to the other laundromat, a block closer, where I haven't been for quite some time. Even if the woman who runs it notices my return, I'm sure I won't be afforded the sweet smile of greeting offered by the proprietor of the other place. I want to go to the doomed place one more time, but don't know if I can because it will make me sad and I just know I'll get a little "misty", a la Fonzie.