Growing up I was fortunate enough to have a washer and dryer, so laundry was always done at home. Though I lived in the dorms for a bit, home was 20 minutes away, so I washed clothes at home. My apartments in Stillwater, Guam, and Saipan all had laundry. All that to say, I had never experienced the laundromat.
During my summer travels, I always wash when I am in Saipan or Guam…where I have a washer and dryer available. However, the Guam washer is leaking badly, and they plan to buy a new one after the conference. So I couldn’t really ask them to use their washer. I had been traveling in Chuuk and then headed to the Philippines, so I needed to wash.
I stopped to get my annual spam friend rice and noticed a laundromat next door. I peaked in while I was waiting on my order, and it was so big….so many people….so modern. I decided that was too fancy experience for me. So I looked up the laundromats closest to me and looked for the smallest…and maybe not as nice one. My reasoning: fewer people to embarrass myself around when I didn’t know what I was doing, and they would be the old school version of taking coins that I felt like I could figure out.
Perry was a little nervous at first (see first picture), but eventually he was willing to venture out of his hiding spot.
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