You guys, this is the laundromat I’d go to on the regular when I lived in LA. It was blocks from my apartment, so I could go home while my clothes were washing and I would just hang out while my clothes were in the dryer – either watching Netflix in my car or grabbing pizza next door at Valentino’s (or eating Valentino’s in my car while watching Netflix on my phone).
Some asshole actually hit me with their car while I was in my parked car Netflix and pizza-ing waiting for my clothes to dry when he was trying to park in the spot next to me. It didn’t cause any damage to my car, and he had a baby in his car, so I let it go – I’ve grown soft in my old age ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Younger me would’ve cut a mutha. I did become a more aggressive driver living in LA, though. I barely drive now that I’m back in SD since I work from home and walk everywhere downtown, but when I do drive, I’m like, ‘Act like you got somewhere to be! Fuck!!!’ and Milo’s like
