I don't know what it is, but something about the laundromat calms me right down.
It might be the clean, warm linen, or the complete quiet solitude. The comforting regular hum of the dryers or the simple fact that you *have* to wait, you have to sit and wait for 30 minutes or so for your job to be finished. Then again, perhaps the smell of washing powder reminds me of home and childhood. It's always been my fav isle in the supermarket- the *cleaning isle*.
It's ok, I crack myself up too.
But - Peace.