[Eliza Hodgkins 1812]

I love going home to my parent's to do laundry. I watch tv, hang out with them, go on walks. Etc. Plus, the laundry is cleaner and more fresh smelling than when I do it using the apartment's machines.

I almost miss the Laundromat experience, though. I miss realizing that I'm wearing some stranger's panties halfway through my day. I remember turning to my rommmate in NYC, "You know, I don't think these are my panties. These must be your panties."

"Those aren't my panties."

"Fvck! Whose panties am I wearing!?"

Ah, Laundromats.