Students watch Web to do their laundry
The sudden realization that you had nothing to wear Monday morning except for an ancient undershirt and a tattered pair of flare-leg corduroys. The frantic scramble for quarters. Lugging a canvas bag the size of a VW Beetle and a suitcase of Tide down to the laundry room — only to find 30 other people guarding the machines or their place in line.
