“Next.” called the man behind the thick glass. I approached the window with the entirety of my wardrobe in a bag and slipped my ticket through the narrow slot.
“Well look what we have here. A laundry winner. I guess your whites will be whiter for a while.” I smiled a bit remembering my mangy wedding dress. He slid a pouch of white powder and a thin piece of heavily scented fabric through the slot. A loud buzzer sounded.
I gathered my things and headed down the hall.
I had to use all my weight to push open the door, but the effort was well worth what I found inside. Everything was bright white. It’s what I imagine heaven looks like. Even the floors had a shine that produced my reflection. My ragged clothes looked even more tragic in the sterile room.
To my left hung a white fuzzy robe and in the corner was one of those fancy single cup coffee makers. On the right were The Machines. I put out a coal stained hand. They were cold.
I slipped out of my dirty clothes and into the robe. As I sniffed the coffee pods, something called Hazelnut caught my attention. Waiting for my coffee, I opened the operating manual.
To Wash: Put soiled clothes inside Machine. Fill soap dispenser with powder. Select cycle. Press start.
Permanent Press sounded promising. Maybe it’d keep my clothes permanently clean, I thought as I laughed a little to myself. I gently put my clothes in The Machine, added the powder, and pressed start.
My heart jumped a little when I saw the water start flowing. There I sat with my nose pressed against the glass watching my clothes get cleaned. It was the luckiest day of my life.