Suds Your Duds

I went to a real public laundromat for the first time in my life today. I say the first time because I'm excluding the laundry facilities in the dorms. The place is called 'Suds Your Duds'. I'd been putting off going because I was apprehensive about it and I didn't have to go. I finally had to because I was out of underwear and socks. This is another example that makes me think I really have some sort of mild social anxiety disorder. I desperately wanted there to be no one else in the facility, which happened; alone the whole time. I did sit in my truck for an extra minute or two while one guy finished up so I could avoid him.

It wasn't as bad as anticipated, but it sure was boring. This should be the last time I ever have to go to a laundromat since I want a washer/drier in my place, but life changes. Guess I'll just have to bring a book next time.