Fictional laundromats are vastly superior to actual laundromats.
Remember the laundromat in 40 Days & 40 Nights, where Josh Hartnett meets the elfishly gamine Shannyn Sossamon? Or the laundromat in Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog, where uber-villain Neil Patrick Harris desperately seeks to win Felicia Day’s affection? And what’s not to love about the laundromat in Shopgirl, where shrinking violet Claire Danes meets scruffy-dude-with-potential Jason Schwartzman?
But real-life laundromats? There’s no kismet. No choreographed musical numbers. Definitely no Claire Danes. Just weary-looking workers rinsing suspicious-looking stains from their trousers.
It’s a tragedy, really, because — like so many things in life — laundromats could be totally awesome … if they would just give ME total financial / aesthetic / conceptual control.
Oh well. At least they have Wifi.
(Photo via You Bent My Wookie)
Whoa, laundromats with wifi? So modern!
I know, right? Wifi is pretty much the only thing “Suds America” has going for it.
So, here’s the thing. I’m starting a Bar/Laundromat in Asheville, NC. What WOULD you do if you had total financial / aesthetic / conceptual control. Just curious.
SEAN :: I’m seeing red & gold pleather booths, for lounging (with signature cocktails). Oversized knick-knacks. A touch of glitter. Art Deco meets Pee Wee Herman. And LIVE music, thrice a week. You could have a house band called The Delicates or The Lint Sheets or Sudsy & The Tumble-Drys.
Make it so.
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