Behold: Mr. Burbujas, aka Mr. Bubbles. The humanoid washing machine prances across the exterior wall of the Laundromat that bears his name. His fleshy legs are swathed in gym socks pulled high, and he kicks his sneakered feet high into the air, overcome with the giddy ecstasy of cleanliness. Bubbles percolate enticingly from his soap receptacle, and one muscular arm holds a basket of laundry aloft. The other washingmachines have no legs. They sit in humble rows before Mr. Burbujas, also... More »
