Wash'N Fold Changed My Life

If you're anything like me, you have an irrational hatred for doing laundry. Don't get me wrong, I get a thrill out of stepping into a freshly pressed pair of pants as the next guy, but the actual act of doing laundry is so agonizingly boring to me that it nearly brings me to tears every time I reach for the Tide. Generally once a week you can find me under a pile of smelly socks weeping softly. Until today. From now on, I am a Wash'N Fold Man

I know I can be an emotional man who, at times, will exaggerate the importance of an event and just what it means to me. This is not the first time I have said something has changed my life. But I think the Wash'N Fold will legitimately change my life. Check this shit out:



That's my stash. Clean, fresh smelling laundry folded crisply into an easily transportable cube for only $.69/lb! $.69/fucking lb! They're practically giving it away!

The only downside I can think of is the possibility of some weirdo getting friendly with my underwear. Sometimes you have to let certain things slide. This Wash'N Fold (always capitalized, to emphasize reverence) is appoximately .02 miles from my new apartment (third floor, top left bay window. Tour forthcoming), which seals the deal. For the next 12 months, you'll find me at the Wash'N Fold.