A pal of mine had accumulated some farm-related laundry to do that she didn't want to inflict on her own washing machine, so on Friday we headed into Kennett Square to the laundromat across from the borough police station. We got out quarters from the change machine (it sounded like a slot machine paying out), packed two big machines full and then headed out for a delicious lunch a few blocks away at the Michoacana Grill at Union and Cypress Streets (salad bowl for her, chicken burrito for me; her treat in return for my participation in this laundry trek!). By the time we finished, the laundry was done, too. It was such a warm day that she decided to take it home and let it dry outside rather than putting everything in the dryer.
The laundromat was busy with customers, some of them doing really significant loads, and my friend commented that for people with kids and no washing machine at home, doing laundry has got to be a major expense.
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