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.
5 comments:
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
Do I cook all my own meals? Um, do I cook any of my own meals?
I don't eat toast.
How about counting scrambled eggs. Or fruit you wash before eating?;-)
Yes, I guess by that standard I do cook the raw fruit that I eat, sometimes.
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