Doing the bulk of the laundry now, that the trip home not be hundreds and hundreds of miles whiffing rank clothing. Into the laundromat stroll a youngish couple, he a whiskered slab of man with pectoral muscles like sides of beef, she all legs and shorts and hoodie. They proceed to load up a washer with NOTHING and watch it run, and at the end of its cycle move the NOTHING into a dryer and dry it.

And people call me strange.