The dryer on the end runs hot and I have not been the same since

[shurpatanmilfman]

So I'm at the laundromat Sunday, mindin my business, and Darnell — y'all don't know Darnell, Darnell is just ALWAYS there, never told me his last name, I never asked, that's the relationship — Darnell looks up from his phone and goes:

"The dryer on the end runs hot."

That's it. That's all he said. Then he went right back to his phone like he ain't just change my entire life.

I have not stopped thinkin about it since. The dryer on the END runs hot. Not the middle ones. The END. And here's what's eatin me alive — HOW LONG has this man known?? Darnell been sittin on premium dryer intelligence and just handed it to me like he was commentin on the weather. Meanwhile I been usin the middle machines like a CLOWN for three years. Soggy waistbands. The walk of shame home in damp socks. All of it. PREVENTABLE.

And it brings me to the real crime at any laundromat, which is people who load the machine WRONG. You do not — I repeat, DO NOT — cram it to the top. The clothes need room to TUMBLE. It is not a suitcase. It's a little fabric carousel and your jeans have earned the right to ride. Folks treat these machines like they packin a moving truck. Big Terry could parallel park a U-Haul in ONE move — THAT man understands space and respect. The rest of y'all are loadin dryers like you got somethin against your own laundry.

Now Detroit laundromats are the best laundromats in this country, period. They also ALL got that one machine that just eats your quarters and stares at you while it does it. Both things true. Greatest city on earth.

Anyway. The dryer on the end runs hot. Sit with that one for a minute.

Discuss. Darnell heard a draft of this and said "hm." Could mean anything.