February 4, 2003
I put my clothes in the washer, the owner was taking dollars from the machine and stocking more quarters. His cell phone rang loudly with an distinct (to me unnamed) battle charge. He spoke loudly to a friend who he was going to meet and soon left. By this time, I had my washers poised for convenience but I needed quarters. Two bills changed but on the third, I jammed my dollar and had to forcibly pull it. The out-of-service light began to blink. I had enough but when someone else walked in, I just watched their reaction.