It finally happened
While sweating and feeling crappy and after sitting in my car, I went to wait inside for my laundry to dry. When I did this, a guy who looked like he was out of Deliverance (although, really, he could've looked like anybody) approached me and gave me his business card. He likes my "look" (shitty grown-out hair, sweat, and muffin top), and told me he liked my skirt (which is long and basically glorified sweatpants).
Suffice to say, Patrick is going to have to deal with wet clothes, because after that, he came back in, sat down and started trying to talk to me about how his clothes "still aren't dry."
Suffice to say, Patrick is going to have to deal with wet clothes, because after that, he came back in, sat down and started trying to talk to me about how his clothes "still aren't dry."