Doing laundry in public
My apartment has laundry machines in the basement, but they are so ineffective that I'd rather drive the three minutes to the laundromat.
Plus, the wash / dry time becomes forced magazine-reading time. As if I were on a train, where the only thing to do is read and drink coffee (I usually take coffee to the laundromat as well).
Sticking to a regular exercise routine might be easier if I suspected that my boyfriend had an issue with my body.
That is a terrible joke.
