This is a picture of the washing machines I’m forced to use in my luxurious north philly apartment. (Sarcasm is hard to type, but it’s there) Anyhow at any given time one of the washing machines won't work and will simply eat your money. I of course continuously forget which machine works and which doesn't so have learned that the best way is to track which machine has the freshest soap spilt on it. Gotta love Philly
Other luxuries of my apartment include; close proximity to 3 Chinese takeout stores, a trash alley, and a local charming hobo who is willing to sell anything to you (not to be trusted) but is mainly used for drunken entertainment.