21 December 2005

My First Laundry

My new quasineighbor Jérôme was telling me he was in no hurry to buy a washing machine, and going to the laundromat was a nice opportunity to socialize, meet people from the block.

So it appears my neighborhood is one half stressed-out girls hanging to their phones, and one half assholes who smoke cigarillos or something equally disgusting and go in and out of the laundromat three times without ever managing to pull the door closed behind them, on the very first day of winter.

Hurray.