“Excuse me miss, can these be stopped?”
“No, once it starts it goes. Why, did you forget to put soap in it or somethin’?”
“If only. I thought it was a dryer.”
“Oh, yeah, it’s not. Sorry.”
I shrugged, angry at myself and whoever decided to make washers that can’t be interrupted.
“I guess you’ll have extra clean clothes,” she laughed.
Still frustrated, I half-smiled and walked away. And so it continues.
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