Teddy squinted his watery eyes, pushing the pins and needles sensation aside. He was tumbling, snugly tucked up in a metal cage.
"Will this end?” Teddy cried to himself as rhythmic thumps reverberated in his head. His skin had felt hot, slippery, cold, and then he lost track. He had not signed up for this — dizzy.
The rotation stopped. Two faces were pushing against the glass, jostling for a view.
Awkward consternation met Teddy when the door finally opened.
“Teddy, what the fuck have you done?!?” she demanded angrily.
“It’s Clean Trouser Tuesday babe!”, he squeaked.
The launderette erupted.