The laudromat that the RM and I frequent has closed its doors. They have finally gone out of business. I think we all knew that it was coming. Every time I went in there W was yelling at me that different washers were broken. Some wouldn't run hot, others wouldn't run cold. In others the water smelled ... swampy.
There were very few dryers that were working. There were 9, then 7, then 5. Sometimes there were fewer. Sometimes it seemed like the dryers would only work if W was the one who turned the handle.
Sometimes it seemed like she was the only one who could get the door slammed tight enough so that the washer would start.
So I guess it was time. Though, I have grown so accustomed to W that I don't know what it will be like laundering with out her.