I went to the launderette the other night for the first time in my adult life.
It is on the corner of a suburban street and it glowed like a beacon in the night. A few doors down the pizza shop lights danced a tuneless dance.
It was a strange experience for no reason in particular. I felt like I was in an Australian movie. I half expected Ben Mendhelson or Toni Collette to walk in and throw dirty sheets into the machine.
I actually loved it. Maybe only someone who literally never goes there could say that, but there you go.