I think this has been the first time in a while that I've gone to the launderette and not felt like I was in that Meth PSA where the kid goes apeshit and wrecks-up the place. It was actually clean and the people in there didn't look like unused character designs from 'The Devil's Rejects'. I guess the moral of this story is that the launderette I go to is a whole different place during the daylight hours.

On a random note, I actually saw one of those old-fashioned exercise machines that essentially just shook the hell out of you at Salvation Army. Apparently, they are called 'belt massagers'. The one I looked at was seriously named "The Jiggler". If you live in the Springfield area and have $35.00 you too can own a 100lb. piece of crap, I mean history.