Whose Pinzon Italian Percale, 220-threads-per-inch sheets look like they did when they were a wedding present a zillion years ago?
Whose whites are really white when out in the sun--or compared to a neighbor's (see: teeth). And who wants the family's underwear on display--or "fat day" pants--for the world to judge make and model?
What about the 7 for Mankind and Philipp Plein jeans you and your husband bought with your 2007 tax rebate check? (Who knew?) Specifically their resale market?
Actually clothesline "issues" are the same issues anyone who frequents the Laundromat has. Embarrassment that your colors aren't as bright as the woman at the next machine (or worse--man.)
Shame that your yoga pants look twice as big as everyone else's.
And fear that if you slip off for a Coke someone will walk off with your Benetton sweater. (Anyone who doubts that good clothes get stolen at the Laundromat needs to look at the debris-passing-for-clothes left in the Lost and Found pile.)
The Laundromat gives such a glimpse into peoples' lives, single women even use it to scope eligible men.
The fact that he does his own wash proves he is single and self-sufficient. If he's at the mat every week you know he is reliable and conscientious. And if his clothes are clean and well taken care of, especially his underwear, well you know that much more.
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