Dirty laundry

the LAUNDROMAT
Perhaps you live in a dorm or an apartment that hasn't seen renovations since the eighties. Maybe your luck has really dried up and your washing machine at home broke the night before a job interview and you haven't done a load of laundry in two weeks. Whatever your story is you've ended up at the local 24-hour laundromat. It could be creeping in on midnight or three in the morning. Either way, the place is a dead zone. Leaving you floating in a liminal space where reality has been stripped down to the sounds of clattering quarters and the continuous thrum of the machines under the buzz of neon lights. This would be a horrible time to bump into someone you know, or worse - a complete stranger while you're staring into the middle distance in nothing but your American flag boxers reading a paperback.
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He inclined his head, almost a shrug and almost an apology, "Of course, I can't promise I'll be able to answer fully, but that's the nature of the job isn't it?"
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His dryer went off, and he went over to check his clothes. They were dry and stain free, so he pulled them out and folded them, which took only a couple of minutes. Before he picked everything up to leave, he turned to Joe with a sad smile. "It was nice talking to you. Thanks for keeping me company."