Airing our dirty linen and unmentionables in public is no damn fun, so all we really want out of the place we do it in is low drama. Spin Cycle offers a bunch of washers in four sizes, plenty of dryers and folding tables, and a staff that stays out of your hair. The minute we load our stinkies and drop coin, we get our errand on: Take the car across the street for a cleaning at Wash Works and a tank of gas, and then we hit the strip mall across the way. We hit Sav-a-lot’s dollar aisle, Midtown Hoops for its selection of dope sneaks, China Wok for greasy fried rice, and the Advance Auto Parts store for fluids, lubes, and new wiper blades. When we go back to do our drying, we partake of Spin Cycle’s new crappacino machine and some vending-machine doughnuts until the clothes and us are outta there.