I watch the washing machine do it’s work.
That’s my entertainment.
The sounds and vibrations they sooth me.
They are a heartbeat – after a thousand Redbulls!
Thump thump. Thump Thump! THUMP THUMP!
The clothes pick up pace! Swirling in dirt and waste…
Then – soapy bubbles!
I didn’t make that sound.
Not out loud… did I?
Of course I did!
So I walk away from the other fella in the room.
Dry clean washing is over.
PS The clothes get wet; why is it even called dry cleaning? It better not be a dry joke.