laundromat fun
Doing the bulk of the laundry now, that the trip home not be hundreds and hundreds of miles whiffing rank clothing. Into the laundromat stroll a youngish couple, he a whiskered slab of man with pectoral muscles like sides of beef, she all legs and shorts and hoodie. They proceed to load up a washer with NOTHING and watch it run, and at the end of its cycle move the NOTHING into a dryer and dry it.
And people call me strange.
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It was probably performance art. Don’t be a philistine, Og.
Nobody in this town has the foggiest idea what performance art is. Trust me on this.
Pratice. Mom told them to go the laundermat and do something.
practice…man do I need to learn to proof better.
Too many recreational drugs?
Silly existentialist hippies. Don’t they know that they’e supposed to clean their consciousness in church and not in the heavy wash cycle?
Jim
Sunk New Dawn
Galveston, TX
Driving home from our family camping trip this year, we stopped at a rest stop in Ohio. I overheard a dad and young son talking after the son came out of a restroom stall:
Dad: “Go okay?”
Son: “yep.”
Dad: “Set a record?”
Son: “nope.”
Not exactly the same thing, but you reminded me of it.
maybe it were some of those Emperor’s Clothes.
They probably figured on doin’ the wild thang in the local washiteria and your presence in the early spoiled the moment, heh, heh, heh.
Well, this is the country that finds curling, the sport of playing shuffleboard with a rock on ice and people flailing whisk brooms in front of it, to be thrilling entertainment.
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