Monday, July 6, 2009
Bummer. I did not find a child in this dryer.
One thing I absolutely love about LA is having a washer and dryer in my apartment. I try not to overuse them, for the environment's sake, but after 8 years of shared machines in New York, it sure is nifty to be able to wash my sheets wearing underwear and slippers. Back in New York City, you only have a washer and dryer in your apartment if you're rich. Or, if you're sleeping with someone rich.
But I had to hit the coin laundry place today to wash a large rug that doesn't fit in the home machines (and fuck if I'm paying someone $50 when I can do it myself for 12 quarters).
I saw this sign on the dryer and crossed my fingers for a shiny new pet.