Monday, September 12, 2005
who knew the wheel of fortune had a rinse cycle?
On my way to get a ride to a party for the people in my program this afternoon, I passed by a big sign for LUCKY LAUNDRY. For one thing, if there is an area of my life where I really don't want there to be a large "chance" component, even if in my favor, it's with my freaking laundry. For another, I had this fantasy about turning around and filling out an online application right then so I could open up a competing laundromat called UNLUCKY LAUNDRY across the street, complete with black cats and number thirteens and broken mirrors as decor, and maybe a ladder that you had to walk under to get the place. In addition to slaking my entrepeneurial thirst, I could compare profits with the place across the street and see what exactly is the ratio of drippy optimists to dark ironicists here around Harvard.