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.
Hi. How's the eating there? Do you cook all your own meals? Or else, where do you eat out or shop for food?
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Do I cook all my own meals? Um, do I cook any of my own meals?
ReplyDeleteI don't eat toast.
ReplyDeleteHow about counting scrambled eggs. Or fruit you wash before eating?;-)
ReplyDeleteYes, I guess by that standard I do cook the raw fruit that I eat, sometimes.
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