I hate the laundromat. 
We live in apartment building whose communal washers and dryers are utterly disgusting, so we go to the laundromat nearby. There are two in town, actually, but one is nicer, cleaner, and cheaper than the other, so that's the one we frequent.
Well, I don't go anymore, my Mom takes her boyfriend K, who lives with us, along with her now. Which I am glad about. Because there is one guy who always goes there who is either mentally ill or a complete pervert - or both.
Mentally ill I am fine with. My aunt has serious mental health problems, and I love her. I don't think any less of her for them. But this guy... I'm not even sure that's what's wrong with him. He'[s just sorta... weird.
For instance, when I used to see him, he would always stare at me and my Mom, and lift up his shirt to show off his hairy beer belly every time he passed us. And then one day... One day he really freaked me out.
To set the scene - My Mom and I are sort of far apart inside the laundromat, having just moved some clothes into the dryers, so I have to tell her kinda loudly that I'm going to the bathroom. I go in and do my business, and I have such a creepy bad feeling already that I do it all as quickly as I can. As soon as I step away from the toilet I turn around to flush, looking out the window that is right above the toilet-
And I see that guy walk slowly past, staring directly in the window at me the whole time.
I tried, at the time, to convince myself it wasn't on purpose, but he was looking in the window the entire time he passed by. I'm pretty sure he did it deliberately. I am so glad I obeyed my gut and hurried as much as I did.
After I washed my hands I raced out of the bathroom to tell my Mom, and she was pretty pissed off about it. We avoided him the rest of the day (though he was getting much closer to us after that, when he usually stayed a pretty comfortable distance away - he was within easy touching distance of my Mom when we were getting things in the car to go home). I haven't been back much since then. Mom started taking K with her instead, after that.
And now that she is taking her boyfriend along with her, she has no further El-Creep-O stories to tell me. I suspect he doesn't come around as much.
And that, my friends, is what soured me on the laundromat.
Though the entitlement wh*res who take up every available dryer by spreading out their loads into a few items of clothing in each one did not help. *lol*

We live in apartment building whose communal washers and dryers are utterly disgusting, so we go to the laundromat nearby. There are two in town, actually, but one is nicer, cleaner, and cheaper than the other, so that's the one we frequent.
Well, I don't go anymore, my Mom takes her boyfriend K, who lives with us, along with her now. Which I am glad about. Because there is one guy who always goes there who is either mentally ill or a complete pervert - or both.
Mentally ill I am fine with. My aunt has serious mental health problems, and I love her. I don't think any less of her for them. But this guy... I'm not even sure that's what's wrong with him. He'[s just sorta... weird.
For instance, when I used to see him, he would always stare at me and my Mom, and lift up his shirt to show off his hairy beer belly every time he passed us. And then one day... One day he really freaked me out.
To set the scene - My Mom and I are sort of far apart inside the laundromat, having just moved some clothes into the dryers, so I have to tell her kinda loudly that I'm going to the bathroom. I go in and do my business, and I have such a creepy bad feeling already that I do it all as quickly as I can. As soon as I step away from the toilet I turn around to flush, looking out the window that is right above the toilet-
And I see that guy walk slowly past, staring directly in the window at me the whole time.
I tried, at the time, to convince myself it wasn't on purpose, but he was looking in the window the entire time he passed by. I'm pretty sure he did it deliberately. I am so glad I obeyed my gut and hurried as much as I did.
After I washed my hands I raced out of the bathroom to tell my Mom, and she was pretty pissed off about it. We avoided him the rest of the day (though he was getting much closer to us after that, when he usually stayed a pretty comfortable distance away - he was within easy touching distance of my Mom when we were getting things in the car to go home). I haven't been back much since then. Mom started taking K with her instead, after that.
And now that she is taking her boyfriend along with her, she has no further El-Creep-O stories to tell me. I suspect he doesn't come around as much.
And that, my friends, is what soured me on the laundromat.

Though the entitlement wh*res who take up every available dryer by spreading out their loads into a few items of clothing in each one did not help. *lol*
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