I just got back from the laundromat which, as always, was a special experience. And by “special” I mean aggravating and slightly depressing all at the same time. The best part was the four driers and two laundry carts that were filled with clothes by some negligent patrons who had apparently left the laundromat and taken way too long to return. Someone had removed their stuff from the driers and put it on a folding table and in some carts. The people returned; a mother and a teenage daughter who (I was able to deduce) was convinced that I was the one who had moved their stuff from the driers.

What a way to spend a sunday night: in a hot and humid room folding your underpants while getting the DeathStareDown from a teenybopper.

I lead an interesting life.