Nope. Brad has refused to run one more rinse. I pleaded and begged, but to no avail. There are a few things I would prefer never to partake in life. One, the DMV. Two, the dentist. Three, the laundromat.
I enjoy doing laundry. Just not at a laundromat. Must hearken back to my yoot. I remember for a long time, Mom had one of those wringer wash machines. When that went, she had to lug dirty clothes to the local mat. I only have my clothes to wash. Mom had to wash for seven people. It was the worst. Tired kids and smelly clothes, in a creepy place. She never went in the daytime. Always at night. Ick.
So, I kicked Brad a fond farewell and forced myself to haul my stuff to you know where after I looked in my closet and found a 70's poncho and red capri pants. I considered it for a moment, but finally sighed and heaved the dirty laundry to the 'place.'
The first thing I managed to do was ruin a machine by putting quarters in the slot instead of Susan B. Anthony dollars. The laundromat is the only place, I believe where you can still get dollar coins and Sacajawea coins. After the 'manager' (a ten year old boy) fixed the machine after rolling his eyes, I managed to get my loads into the wash. Damn. Forgot to bring reading material, so I glanced to see what was on the twelve giant TVs hanging from the ceiling by tiny threads. Hard not to notice them since they were so loud, and in Spanish. I only know a smattering of Spanish I am ashamed to say, but looking at the screen, I really didn't need subtitles. The language of soap operas transcend to all nations.
I was intrigued with Spanish soaps. They aren't all that different from the ones Mom used to watch. The men were just as unattractive as their American speaking counterparts. But, the women....
I couldn't help staring at them. They wore tiny outfits, with breasts, the focal points. Yet their faces were covered with a one inch slab of foundation, mascara, glitter eye shadow, and more foundation.
Wow. It was confusing at first to follow the story line. Some ugly Betty type woman cried and cried over some man who seemed to love her even if she was ugly. But then the man was seen with a very pretty girl and said sweet things to her, as well.
THEN, the squinty eyed man and the pretty girl are in an elevator smooching and the girl looks at her reflection in the shiny wall and sees herself as the ugly Betty girl! I need more dirty laundry so I can watch the rest.
Wow. The Obama family looked awesome! LOL. Did you see Michelle's eye roll at the luncheon where she was seated between the President and Boehner? Heelarious. I love that lady.
Do you really care if Beyonce lip-synced? Who cares.
Uh-oh. I hate to see athletes react like sore losers. WTF, Serena?