Laundry

You may recall the unfortunate laundry wars of 2009.
In case you forgot, or weren't interested in that drama, here's a recap:

Russell and I moved into our apartment. We were thrilled to see a shabby little coin laundry less than a block from our house. One less appliance we would need! Hooray!

Within a month, it had been bulldozed.

We kept an expectant eye on it, hoping a new shiny coin laundry would replace the old one. In the meantime, we were hauling our dirty laundry 5 blocks down hill to another little coin laundry, paying about $5 to wash two loads and then hauling all the heavy wet laundry back up the hill to hang at our house. A couple months after this, Russell and I had been in enough laundry related fights that Russell finally went out and found a used laundry machine. He had it delivered and installed and life turned all rosy again. We kept an eye on the extensive construction project where the first laundromat had been, but no luck. After 6 months, they started building a large apartment complex and there was clearly no coin laundry in the floor plan.

No problems, though. We had (and still have) a perfectly good way to clean our clothes that doesn't involve too much planning or physical exertion.

Of course, there's a reason I'm telling this story again. A month or so ago, we were walking by the apartment complex (recently finished and almost fully populated) and realized that the construction crew was back and was building a small out-building. The cover came down last week, and sure enough, its a little coin laundry. It looks quite swank and has a stylish sign hanging outside. It hasn't been set up inside yet, and clearly we don't need it anyway, but both Russell and I got a twinge of "ooh! should have waited!"

Gotta love irrationality.