A bad day at the laundromat. I entered the place with high hopes and great anticipation of seeing my special friend, and there she was, sitting right next to her husband. They were sharing a soft serve banana split, like a couple of young lovers, dammit. I was so devastated that I managed to wash my clothes with fabric softener and rinse them with detergent. I tried to hold my own, but it was futile, I also washed my whites on perm press, not high hot. I now have semi clean clothes that smell mountain fresh. My dear amiga did her best to ease the blow, I think she may have slipped me a few extra quarters when she made change for me. Her viejo husband was cordial to me as ever, although I just know he was chortling on the inside, bastardo. Later I bumped my head on the dryer door, yeah because my fall from bliss wasnt hard enough. I drew a laugh from the love birds. SO glad I could please yous, geez. Mr. Third Wheel is on a roll. Im glad I played cupid to a couple of age appropriate friends, who met on a date, with ME, but that was just a good mitzvah. And I dont mind my old girlfriend stopping by to get cleaned up and dressed for a date, were well over and done for years now, I just didnt need to see all the goods again. And now this, another setback. Why did the chicken cross the road? To Die. Alone, in the rain. That is how it feels to be me right now. I still have those AARP mixers I could work, maybe one of the old girls has some money, or maybe Ill still win the lottery; hold on Svetlana, and Natasha!
Posted on: Sat, 29 Nov 2014 02:22:45 +0000
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