Chad's bladder made up his mind for him. He opened the bathroom door, and stared inside the laundromat washing machine drum. Perforated steel walls all around and a glass porthole style door across from him. It looked to be 10 feet to the door, and 15 feet diameter for the cylindrical room.
"It's just my bathroom!" Chad said . He closed his eyes and stepped into the metal room. He felt the metal perforated floor beneath his feet. His knees felt rubbery. He turned to go back, but it was too late. There was no doorway behind him. Only a metal wall. His hand was blue again. He looked out into the laundromat. There were people there, but they all seemed frozen. There was an old tube TV mounted on the wall with it's grainy picture frozen too. Chad swallowed. At least he didn't need to pee anymore. He collapsed in a heap.
The porthole door swung open, and dirty clothing poured in on top of him. From the sweaty stench, the clothing belonged to a male. He could feel the clothing crushing him down. The sound of the porthole door locking seemed ominous. Then he heard the coins dropping into the box. Soapy water swirled around him. At first he thought, "At least I'll be clean." Then he panicked, "Wait I might drown?"
The machine started to agitate. To Chad, it was like being on the football field. Clothing brushed against him. Like a scrimmage or dog pile. He was sore all over by the time the machine's spin and rinse cycles were finished. He hated the thought of the dryer that was coming.
He could hear voices, through the glass door, as it opened at last. They were male.
"What's with the Hefty trash bag? Aren't you going to put that stuff in the dryer?"
"It'd cost a buck or two to dry all this stuff, and we got a perfectly good free clothesline back at the trailer park," said the guy who was reaching into the washing machine and loading Chad and the other garments into a black plastic trash bag. The bag was tied shut.
The voices sounded kind of familiar but Chad wasn't sure. He was slung over the man's back, and carried away. He was somewhere in the middle the wet ball of clothing. At least it all smelled clean now.