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.