It was a dark and stormy night. Honest. I had taken a large comforter to the Laundromat because I didn’t want the heavy load to burden my own washing machine. I slid a twenty into the bill changer and clink clink, eighty quarters began to spew into the bin below. The place was creepy at that time of night so I grabbed a handful of coins, hurriedly started the wash cycle and headed back out in the rain to the safety of my car. When I returned, there was a ragged figure lurking in the back of the facility by the cheap washers. Skittishly, I clutched my purse close, took a deep breath and headed for my comforter.