It`s a rare occasion that I have the opportunity to be among so many
strangers
doing what some may consider a relatively personal chore. It may sound strange and
trivial,but these folks are literally airingtheir dirty laundry. At least for as long as
it takes them to transfer them crusty undies from their laundry basket to the washing
machine.
How many times have I dropped my underwear on the floor in front of a complete stranger?
Countless. Wow, do I sound like a priss? Perhaps. Walking around with your thongs falling
and forming a nice silky trail behind you as you walk around the
"Soap and Suds" is not my
idea of a dignified situation. Nonetheless, it`s a necessary chore. We all, save those
with the luxury of a built in washing/drying unit, have to do it.