Laundromat: 1 Me: FUCKING ZERO.
Goodness, I'm spammy today.
Okay.
There's nothing quite like doing your laundry for two hours at the laundromat, lavishing the folding process with the kind of OCDish dedication and enthusiasm that would make David Beckham cringe and back away slowly, racing home only to discover that you've left two of your favorite items of clothing at the laundromat, jumping back in the car and racing back to the laundromat fully anticipating that you'll have to wrestle someone to the ground and savagely kick in teeth in order to reclaim your beautiful blue Athleta yoga leggings with the awesome art up the sides and your bright red skeletor!geisha t-shirt, grabbing your clothes and finally feeling your adrenaline surge start to decline, racing back home, and...
...getting out of the car, feeling a tug on your hair, and looking down to see THAT YOU'VE ZIPPED A HUGE HANK OF YOUR HAIR INTO YOUR GODDAMN PURSE and now it's hopelessly entangled in the zipper.
OW.
Now, purse, I love you and you've served me quite capably these last few years, but one of us is walking away from this bloodied and bowed, and it ain't gonna be me.
Okay.
There's nothing quite like doing your laundry for two hours at the laundromat, lavishing the folding process with the kind of OCDish dedication and enthusiasm that would make David Beckham cringe and back away slowly, racing home only to discover that you've left two of your favorite items of clothing at the laundromat, jumping back in the car and racing back to the laundromat fully anticipating that you'll have to wrestle someone to the ground and savagely kick in teeth in order to reclaim your beautiful blue Athleta yoga leggings with the awesome art up the sides and your bright red skeletor!geisha t-shirt, grabbing your clothes and finally feeling your adrenaline surge start to decline, racing back home, and...
...getting out of the car, feeling a tug on your hair, and looking down to see THAT YOU'VE ZIPPED A HUGE HANK OF YOUR HAIR INTO YOUR GODDAMN PURSE and now it's hopelessly entangled in the zipper.
OW.
Now, purse, I love you and you've served me quite capably these last few years, but one of us is walking away from this bloodied and bowed, and it ain't gonna be me.