Launderer

The laundromat is kind of like a trip to the casino. A run of luck means I come out with all the clothes I came in with cleaned and dried. Sometimes there's even an extra sock or a strange pair of underpants. Chance is a major factor.  That's the hook. Risk, adrenaline, compulsion, action - the cycle plays out every week. Sometimes, like last week, I stagger out of there with five worn-only-once white t-shirts reduced in size by twenty five percent. And once in a while a forgotten pen in a pocket decides to rearrange the color scheme of my week's work wardrobe. Players don't always win, but you know they alway play. And, baby, I just gotta play.