You were right. ^_^ This is a school assignment for our homeschool co-op.
We were asked to write a paragraph, which is [B]way below my grade level (it is a grade 6-8 class, after all) but oh well...
Here it is. Just thought I'd post it in case you were bored. ^^
The hum of the spinning washers droned in my ears as I sat in an off-white chair at the dingy Laundromat, located in the Wal-mart Super-center.
The scent of burning electricity and laundry detergent pervaded anything else my nose might have detected as people poured through the door, toting baskets of soiled clothes like worker bees into a hive of electrical appliances. The manager ran frantically around the room, helping exhausted and inconvenienced customers while adding to the current atmosphere, which was buzzing with mid-morning energy. Throughout the slow passage of time that accompanies such mundane tasks as the one my family had currently undertaken, the tiniest flame of middle-class pride began to burn within my heart. However, this was quickly extinguished as we began to enter a treacherous and mind numbing evil commonly known as...the spin cycle.
For five excruciating minutes the pink noise invaded our ears and pounded in our heads like a fire alarm screaming above a whirling torrent.
My eardrums were thankful as the sound began to die down into the humdrum atmosphere of the afternoon. Business began to slow as the sun grew weary of the day, and our wash was nearly done. I felt as if I had always been in this place, dreary and lonesome despite the many that gathered within its walls. The place felt timeless, as if I had stepped through the door and into another reality.
Boredom began to eat at my mind like so many rodents nibbling on a piece of cheese. The sun shifted in its place as time passed, and finally my longings for warm asphalt and blue sky were satisfied. We walked out of the door, clean wash in hand, and made our way towards the car.
The sounds of coins dropping into four slots, wheels creaking as they rolled on the linoleum floor, and people shuffling about were exchanged for sounds of cars whizzing by and the occasional bird singing. A light breeze blew and a few shopping carts clattered down the sidewalk and into the parking lot. Once again, we entered the outside world, where one encountered the unexpected...a world that could not be tamed by a handful of quarters and a jug of laundry detergent. And as the afternoon sunlight shone down upon us, I was glad.[/b]
