Hey hey hey!👍😁How goes it today Micah? 🤗 It's so great to see another community post from you, also love seeing some of our familiar dear friends in the comments!❤🖐 I'll share my "inner city" Laundromat experIence: I went to work in Chicago back in 1997 as a Boilermaker doing commercial boiler repair, I was staying with relatives and didn't want to burden them by doing my extra extra dirty work clothes in their most immaculate home, so fortunately (or unfortunately) I chose this corner Laundromat just a few blocks away that also had a "Bar & Grill" all in the same building, "Suds & Duds" or something like that? Classy combination (or so my 27yr old self thought!)🤔😂👕👖🍺🍖🍕🍔🍺 Anyway needless to say my laundry always wound up taking me all day, all evening, and most of the night! And of course I showed up to work on many a Monday morning looking a lil "green around the gills" (so to speak)👽😨😂 and my clothes wrinkled and disheveled (much like my mental capacity!)🤕🍻🍺👖👕😩😞 Laundromat/Bar at 1st seemed like the perfect pairing, but later it proved to be NOT so much (at
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The laundromat has warm memories, and a mix of horridness as well. The reality in the city is you find it to be quite an equalizer as many walks of life share the facilities. I do hope that isn't where the pride went, replaced by comfort in clear separations drawn by circumstances and status. I appreciate your thoughts thank you Mr. Micah 💖🌞
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Well, I've lived in a small town and larger city that has grown tremendously in 35 years. I used to have to go to the Laundromat once a week with my roommate. It was interesting people-watching in those places. Some were average, some were a little on the edge, but if you stuck to yourself, it was usually pretty okay. I never bought the laundry bags, though. Nowadays, many apartments have in-home laundry, which is ideal. Saves me a lot of time. I just remembered this one apartment that was an old home converted. There was a garage for cars and it had one washer and dryer in it for 4 apartments. Sometimes if you didn't get your clothes fast enough, somebody would pile your clean clothes on top of the dryer and "cut in." That used to bug me. I didn't want strangers touching my clothes. 🤣. Thanks for jogging my memory today, Micah. I hope you're doing well in preparation for your holidays. Have a nice afternoon! ☺️💟
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To this day I have some pretty fond memories of going to our small town Laundromat as a kid in the 1970s with my mom, actually was probably only a couple times? Yet I still remember that warm humid building with rows & rows of machines also the distinct smell of laundry soap "powder" for some reason? Oddly enough I don't recall us ever using liquid detergent back in those days? (Seemed we only had the powdered kind?) But mostly just recall helping pack in & out lots of clothes and stuffing our Plymouth Station Wagon to the max!👍😂😂👖👕🚗 Still fond memories that I enjoy thinking about!🤔👍 Thank you Micah for bringing this topic u
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My brother and I used to love going to do laundry because we knew we would be able to drink grape soda and play Pac-Man for 2 hours straight
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City and Country
Recently, I was thinking about the time I've spent in city life compared to time I've spent in rural life. There are many differences, but many similarities, too, tons of them.
One difference I found was that, in a busy densely populated area of an urban setting, there are often sizable laundromats. They become your laundromat because of your time spent, regularly going there to do laundry. It's almost an extension of home after a while.
There are common answers to the problems posed of transporting, washing, folding clothes, timing washers and dryers with fellow patrons etc. Often you might see a neighbor with a fold up two wheel wire cart, common and perfect, rolling down the sidewalk and you know where they're headed.
A thing I found incredibly fun about this experience was the merchandise a laundromat might have for sale, including laundry bags. This is a laundry bag from the laundromat in my old neighborhood. These bags lent an air of pride for one's home laundromat. Going from neighborhood to neighborhood, you could see various different laundry bags in wire carts rolling down the sidewalks, and those bags were like flags denoting ones neighborhood and one's devotion this local source of cleanliness!
The city can be full of wonders like this. You almost have to experience them to know they exist; they don't often get brought up, I suppose, because they lack the sensationalism we seem to crave. The same can be said of the country. Some things about this world just take time and first hand experience to know.
Myself, I deeply love both urban and rural experience, and the wide array in between.
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