Thursday, September 15, 2005

being in love story means never having to say you're sorry



Given recent posts and/or comments referencing Love Story and love in laundromats, I should mention that the place where I send out my shirts and pants* has this sign in its window.

The place is supposed to open at 8. I got there at 8:15 with a bag chock full of clothes, but no one was there. So then I stood there trying to figure out what to do--namely, do I lug my clothes back to my apartment--when I saw the sign and fiddled with my Panaceaphone to take a picture of it. Luckily my distractibility is such that after re-figuring out how to take photos with Panaceaphone, I started playing with its other features and, soon thereafter, the woman running the laundromat shows up on her bicycle and opens the place.

* No, I don't do these myself. I do launder all my own undergarments, socks, bedding, teddies, kilts, codpieces, turbans and drug money.

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hi. How's the eating there? Do you cook all your own meals? Or else, where do you eat out or shop for food?
E-Ioway

jeremy said...

Do I cook all my own meals? Um, do I cook any of my own meals?

Rhymes With Scrabble said...

We could be charitable and count, like, toast.

jeremy said...

I don't eat toast.

Absolut said...

How about counting scrambled eggs. Or fruit you wash before eating?;-)

jeremy said...

Yes, I guess by that standard I do cook the raw fruit that I eat, sometimes.