Please deposit nine quarters...
Since my dryer broke, I've had to spend time at the laundromat.
Please feel free to weep for me and send me pity.
(Or cookies. Your choice.)
Maybe I should just consider it to be a delightful challenge. After all, if I can't pass myself off as normal THERE, there's really no hope for me.
Assorted thoughts from Saturday's laundromat trip:
1. To my underwear:
I hate folding you when other people are walking by.
2. To the bottle of laundry detergent that dropped and broke and spilled on the floor:
I hate you.
3. To the guy who was talking to his friend about 12 feet away from me:
I don't know why your girlfriend broke up with you, but I can almost guarantee that your friend's advice is not going to work.
4. To the washer and dryer:
Pardon me for a moment while I add you to my list of "Things I wish were cheaper."
5. To the guy driving behind me on the way home:
Tailgaters are the boogers in the nostrils of life.
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15 comments:
Oh my heavens! I laughed so hard at #5 I think I lost a booger. Too funny, Janna!
I especially like number 5. I will remember that while I'm driving to work this morning.
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Laundromats can be places of great amusement or just another circle of hell...
At least you had a car to put it in when you left.
I swear to got some little kid on my block screamed "Santa!" as I was walking home the other day...
God, that is. Not that I think there is one...
I feel your pain, especially about folding your underwear in front of strangers. I don't want strangers to know anything about my underwear. It's private, and for my privates only.
Marla: The only thing worse than losing a booger is finding one! Especially if it's not yours.
Nessa: We have a lot of tailgaters around here. Either that or I'm old and slow. The other way sounds better.
Grace: So very true!
Megan: Yikes! Kids can yell the most awful things...
MikeWJ: Exactly!
You need to tell us that guy's bad advice. I want to compare it to the bad advice I used to give my friends.
Jeff: He was trying to convince the guy that all he needed to do was just leave a few sleazy messages on her voice mail. Really sleazy. As if that would make her forget about everything else. It was creepy, especially when he started giving examples of what to say. (!!)
Oh... NOW I find out this doesn't work. D'oh!
Jeff: I wanted to turn around and say "Ewwww!" But I didn't dare. :)
Oh wow!....If your assorted thoughts were music, they'd be a brass band!
and #5 is the Tuba baby!!!!!!
Love it!
Uncivil: I like tubas. :) And I play the French horn, so all we need are a few trumpets and trombones....
I would probably have broken into the conversation and told them it wouldn't work... and they would have ignored me, the creepy fat woman with granny panties and no social skills, even though I was right.
Marilyn: I thought of doing the same thing, but refrained, for the same reasons. :(
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