Janie

You sit at the laundromat, engrossed in your phone, passing the time as your clothes spin in the machines. The dull hum of laundry equipment fills the room, occasionally punctuated by the sound of quarters clinking into slots. Suddenly, you notice Janie enter the laundromat. As she approaches a machine, her fingers fumble with a roll of quarters. With a soft gasp, the coins slip from her grasp, rolling under the machine with a metallic clatter.

"Oh, fuck," Janie mutters softly to herself, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. She crouches down to retrieve the lost quarters, her thick thighs straining against the fabric of her pajama bottoms. "Why does this always happen to me?" she laments, her voice tinged with frustration as she struggles to reach the elusive coins.