Landromagic

I wonder what he's thinking as he stares into the porthole of the turning machine,  is he  just perplexed by the miracle of  the modern washing machine, or is he spaced out in some way?.  Maybe he doesn't get out much or have a T.V. and the rotating slushing movement of the front-loading washing machine is real entertainment for him. There is nothing that indicates he is a shut-in or mentally-ill in any way other than the staring at the machine; he appears to be just a normal middle aged man that doesn't stand out in any way at all. I am glad he is keeping to himself because I can't imagine how much I don't want to have a conversation about laundry, and based off of his current interest I am assuming that would be high on his topic list. Is it possible he is stuck, lured in by the hypnotic embrace of the circular motion, entranced for the duration of the cycle? I wonder like the cartoon kid from the old 'Tooties Pop' commercials 'how many turns of a washing machine does it take to hypnotize an individual?' and much like the candy "the world may never know", as I am fairly sure the number would be different for everybody, and as well some people may not be affected. But boy this guy is affected, he is in deep. At any moment I expect him to start leaning in toward the glass until his face makes contact with the washing machine's glass door. Maybe he'll lose his balance or a loud noise will come from outside and snap him out of it. Yet there he continues to stand, motionless. A horrible thought just came to mind as a neighboring machine clicked over and started spinning vigorously, what is going to happen to this guy when his machine goes into the spin cycle? Maybe nothing, or maybe his brain will ooze out of his ears. Why don't they have warning signs about this kind of stuff? Maybe that's how laundromat attendants are made; one day a perfectly normal person starts their laundry and looks into the machine never to look away as a free-willed person, and then finding themselves wearing an apron in a weird little room folding laundry with no memory of how they got there or their life before becoming a living part of the Laundromat.  I suppose I should do something about Mr. Mesmerized, but no one else seems to have even noticed him or his zombie state. I'd hate to ruin his entertainment, after all he is paying for it. Who am I to determine if he is caught in some sort of mental trap and can't get out?. Dang! the laundromat really picks up around eleven in the morning, and still he looks on or possibly beyond at this point. I'm going to try to get him to move using ESP...........Nope, that didn't work. I find I'm not willing to shout something out or make a distraction of any kind because there are so many people now. The spin cycle has been going awhile now and still no change, he hasnt been distracted at all. At least it's almost over; either my load will be dry soon or his washing machine will stop after it has completed its final cycle. It's that time, my time is up and I'm on my way out with my laundry and I cast one last look toward the conundrum, and spy the drum was still. I continued walking toward the door just catching the combined image of the man seemingly catatonic reaching into his pocket with his right hand  and pulling out a handful of change while cracking a disturbing grin all without changing his focus on the still portal. I couldn't make myself wait even half second longer to witness the horrible reality of what would transpire next.