A laundry day doesn't typically net anything other than the steady hum of washers and dryers doing their thing. Today was a little different, and now I'm more enlightened as to why each time we go there seem to be more and more broken machines.

Mid-way through washing some clothing, one of the machines started smoking (third from the left, the one with the open lid). It kept on spinning until someone finally flipped the lid on it and stopped it.

I'm almost certain that will be decorated with a "out of service" sign, not unlike the one that was sitting next to it, for the next several months.

Such is the consequence of the nearby apartments slowly being upgraded with their own washers and dryers, I suppose.


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