Spinning the Blue Basket

Woke up fully charged, hopped out the door, and followed a rumbling warm breeze straight into a bright little laundromat! Right against a big metal dryer sat a stack of sky-blue plastic laundry baskets on tiny swiveling wheels. I didn't think twice—I scrambled up the mesh side, hooked my arms over the rim, and kicked against the linoleum with all my might! Whirr—the whole basket spun out into the open aisle like a bumper car! I whipped around twice before bumping gently into a cart of soft terrycloth towels. The air smelled like lavender steam, and my scarf got caught on the plastic handle, but goodness, that was the fastest spin of the morning!