Dryer Stories

There’s no good day to go to the laundromat, but if there was one, this drab, cloudy Tuesday afternoon was it. I hoped it wouldn't be as busy on a weekday. My morning classes were finished at the university. As I walked in, the air smelled faintly of fabric softeners, and the hum of the machines blended with the soft rustling of laundry tumbling in the dryers. An older lady stood watch as the final countdown on the dryers...