8.4.07
Jesus died for my laundry
I got my laundry together and dragged it down the stairs. There was a lot of it, but I didn't mind because I was going to a new laundromat -- one that is only two blocks from my house!As I walked into the place, I made eye contact with one of the employees. "Self service?" I asked, hoping that nothing would be lost in translation. In a mix of words, hand gestures, pointing and the clock, they explained to me that the last wash was at 4. Oh bummer, next time.
I dragged my laundry to the other place. Since I'd gone two blocks out of the way, it was now... let's see... 6 blocks, which is three tenths of a miles according to google maps.
Not that I'm complaining. In the past, I used to have to get on my bike and ride for 10 minutes with my laundry. To the projects. Because that was my local laundromat.
Anyway, I get to the place, and what do I see? The joint is closed! What gives? It takes me almost a minute to realise what is going on. Easter. As my friend A. said, "It's all Jesus' fault. He died for your laundry."
Well, after all that, I certainly hope it is blessed.
posted by a girl @ 14:38
