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Thursday, March 09, 2006

Laundramat: Part 2

Last time I visited the laundramat, I had to blog. The most recent time is most blogworthy as well.

I visited my local laundramat after I went to the gym. So when I planned out my day, I decided I needed to wear the biggest t-shirt and most unrevealing shorts on that gym/laundramat visit. There I was, minding my own business. Luckily, I only had to do 2 loads of towels and sheets. They were washing in the washer, and I sat down to read.

Starving, I got up and put 75 cents in the machine for some peanut butter crackers. I heard someone say something behind me. But I didn't pay attention. I don't talk to people in laundramats. Then he said it again. And again. At least 3 times. Maybe 4 times he said, "Hey, do you work at the circus?"

Luckily I'm really good at ignoring things. So I made sure I kept my back to the person addressing me and left the vicinity.

Now, I know you're thinking, "What the heck sort of pick up line is THAT?" Well, it so happened that my shirt said, "Florida State University Circus." But still. Even though I had that shirt doesn't mean that I "worked at the circus." Even if I HAD been in the circus (which I wasn't) while I was at FSU, I would not today be working in one. Yeah, I have a college degree and I work in a circus. For some reason, as I write that, it sounds kind of cool. But still.

So anyway, I was horrified that a man tried to talk to me at the laundramat. And then, when I was leaving, I saw a different guy putting his finished landry into a gigantic Hummer. NOT the H2...a full fledged Hummer. I ask, what kind of asshole drives a hummer and does his laundry at the laundramat.

I'm never going back there.