Molly's (Not so) Grand Opening

Molly didn't understand it. She thought she had done everything right. She picked the perfect location in the middle of town to set up shop. She took out ads in the paper and coupons in the newspaper. She had paid good money for a TV commercial. Hell! She had a big neon sign out front reading, "Molly's! Grand Opening".

And yet here she was, the opening day of her laundromat, and it was practically a freaking ghost town!

Molly sat at the register waiting impatiently, drumming her fingers at the desk next to her slice of blueberry pie she bought from the bakery next door. She opened her doors at five this morning and it was noon now, but she didn't even have one single customer.

"This is freaking ridiculous!" Molly groaned, "I paid good money for people to show up, and the only person who came in just needed change for the arcade up the street! Where the hell did I go wrong?!"

As she shouted this, Molly slammed her fist on the counter with enough **** that her blueberry pie slice was catapulted into the air and landed on her blue denim jacket and white shirt before landing in her lap, staining her green and red skirt as well.

"Oh, that's just perfect..." Molly said sarcastically as she picked the pie slice off her and threw it into the trash can. She groaned in annoyance as she stood up and made her way towards one of the washing machines in the back. "I'm my own first customer. Unbelievable!"

Molly muttered angrily to herself as she removed her jacket and placed it into the washing machine. Next was her shirt, exposing the bright pink bra that hugged her AA breasts. Finally, Molly hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her skirt and pulled it down, exposing her Little Mermaid panties as she stepped out of the skirt and threw it into the washer. After applying a generous amount of laundry detergent to the bin, Molly closed the lid of the washer and deposited a quarter...

"Washer not full!" A female robotic voice said.

"Oh, are you kidding me?!" Molly snapped, remembering that one of the features from the ads: Automated washers that wouldn't start until the bin contained a full load. "And just how do you expect me to -"

Molly stopped as a thought crossed her mind, looking down at her underwear clad body.

"Am I really considering this?" Molly asked herself. "I mean, I don't want that blueberry slop to set, stain, and ruin my clothes, but if I do this, I'll only have a pair of sandals left until everything is washed and dried."

Molly bit her lip as she debated what to do...