Going to the laundromat reminds me just how absolutely disgusting humans are. I’m not like Howdy Mandel who lives in the guest house of his mansion and has to wax his head because hair is full of germs, and after the cleaning crew cleans his mansion he has to re-clean it because their presence contaminated it, but the filth, the undiluted human filth. It’s a wretched hive where only the most dressed, destitute, filthy, ragged humans gather.
None more so than this one man. Twas no man, but filth shaped like a man. A walking disaster area. A pile of garbage that had been struck by lightning and somehow came to life.
He was about 100 years old. If you could imagine “filthy old man, short shorts”, that was him. His shorts were short and his shoes were a thousand years old. They used to belong to the Pharaohs or something. He stole those shoes from King Tut. He had 400,000 socks, which he had to remove from the machines one-by-fucking-one, examine it, and reorient it in 3D space. One sock (at least) was just a shredded rag that no longer had the foot part. He also had a formerly white undershirt that was covered in blood stains. At what point do you just throw this shit out?
The washers he left behind were contaminated. They were totally covered in tiny hairs like someone had shaved a gorilla. Thousands, millions of them. Pure filth.
He dried his clothes, which he carried over one-by-fucking-one so as to waste an ass boring hour, and then when they were done he took them out of one dryer, put them in a different dryer, and dried them again.
How the fuck many mental illnesses did this guy have? How many other illnesses did he have? Physical illnesses?
