Category: Tremont Laundromat

Recent­ly I’ve been doing my laun­dry in the evenings, and there is always a very old lady play­ing lot­tery with scratch off tick­ets the entire time I’m there. It does­n’t mat­ter which day, or what time, she’s there. She only scratch­es off one tick­et at a time, then leaves the table in the laun­dro­mat, goes out­side, walks next door to the fake Dairy Mart, buys one more lot­tery tick­et, comes back into the laun­dro­mat, sits down at the table and starts scratch­ing again. For God knows how long. She mum­bles to her­self as she does this, and scratch­es off every sin­gle par­ti­cle of scratch-offi­ness that is present on the card.

She has a friend who does­n’t talk to any­one but her. This friend talks approx­i­mate­ly 73 gril­lion miles a minute to Lot­tery Lady about any­one and every­one who is sick and dying, and oh how ter­ri­ble it is and did you know what kind of head­stone he had and he was buried two weeks ago today and so and so’s sis­ter is in hos­pice and he has “Altheimer’s” and starts to scream and the bills they have are so expen­sive did you know that his lungs are filled with this yel­low flu­id…

The Tremont Laun­dro­mat is a nev­er-end­ing source of sur­re­al­i­ty. It is almost worth the $2.75 I pay for each load of laun­dry.