No, this is not the same post as below. This one’s title was inspired by Erika, though. Erika! Land of Laundry! You’re really seeing it this time!
So yeah, I just spent almost four hours at the laundrymat. Laundromat. Laundramat. Okay I don’t know how to spell that. I love doing laundry… but I hate the laundr– the coin-op. I hate it with the fiery burning hatred of a thousand suns plus one jalapeno pepper. First of all I have to drive my dirty underwear around town. I just don’t like that thought. Then I have to take it out of bags, in front of other people. Okay I admit people there aren’t WATCHING me as I do my laundry but you know what I mean. Plus there’s trying to use the change machine which NEVER WORKS and just sucks my $5 in, spits it out, sucks it in, spits it out, interminably until I finally yank it from the slot and bring it up to the register where the cashier looks at me as though I’m spastic for not being able to use a simple machine and then she gives me quarters. Then I sit in the hard plastic chairs reading the Jehovah’s Witness magazines that are there or the “How to Tan” booklets (did I mention that this place is also a tanning salon? Oooh it has it all). Today I used the giant machines because otherwise I would have been there all night. My first machine had barely stopped when an older lady ran up to me, tapped my shoulder (scaring the jiminies out of me– I was deeply engrossed in an article on the subject of lay down vs stand-up tanning booths) and said “YOUR MACHINE IS DONE!” (that’s how loudly she said it too). Then she came and stood about 8 inches away, watching intently as I pulled the clothes out of the washer. So this time someone DID see my underwears. And Rob’s. Plus every towel we own aside from the monogrammed ones we got for our wedding.
Wait 45 minutes for the clothes to dry. Another 20 to fold them up. All the while listening to the Sarah McLachlan song they have had on repeat since I walked into the place. Then drive my underwear home.
This is not my idea of a fun time.
Today was my first day of school. Well not really, I went in last week and yesterday (I laboured on Labour Day! I think Jesus might have cried a little) but today was the first day with students. Let me say, there’s a huge difference between the kids I was teaching last year (highschool) and the ones I’m teaching this year (jr. high).
And now that I have spent a million days writing about laundry, I will go and wash my BODY.