Laundry Day
Up until two days ago, I literally had 12 loads of laundry just waiting around…hoping to be cleaned soon. And for the first time in months…literally MONTHS…I had a night where I had no editing to do (well, almost no editing to do) and no other plans. I finally dragged my ass down to the laundro-mat to take care of that god-forsaken pile of laundry. I’ll admit…it was a bit obsene. And I was actually excited because the pile next to my side of the bed was no longer going to smell like a gigantic garlicy belch.
And this is where I start to get the hate mail. The mail that says, “You spoiled brat! You have 12 loads worth of clothes that you don’t even care enough about to keep clean?? Don’t you know that some of us don’t even have underwear?! And we have to scour the streets searching for newspapers to keep ourselves warm during this 40-degree autumn weather! I WILL NEVER READ YOU AGAIN!”
And that’s when I respond with: “Ahh, yes. You poor unfortunate soul who has no underwear and newspapers for a coat. And tell me again–how is it you’re emailing now? How is it you have internet and computer access and all the time in a day to read my blog and comment on every post I’ve ever written? Maybe, JUST MAYBE, spend less of your time scrutinizing my blog and go look for some employment.” And then I’ll get 5 more emails of hate mail because I’M MEAN TO HOMELESS PEOPLE. But I’m not mean to ALL homeless people–just the ones who read my blog and yell at me.
But, I digress. Where was I? Ah, yes. Laundry. So I did my laundry…and it was MIRACULOUS. And honestly…it was even kind of enjoyable. Having nothing to do and no one to bother me for a whole hour and a half? That right there is my idea of heaven. Forget fluffy clouds and pearly gates–the laundromat is now heaven. I went to the laundromat and sat next door at the bakery enjoying a cookie and a coffee uninterrupted while my clothes circulated round and round and round.
However, coming home and having to fold 5 loads of laundry (no, I did not make it through all 12 loads)…was not so much my idea of heaven. ::sigh::
October 16th, 2009 at 2:00 am
As was once pointed out to me by a comedian in Orlando, the Apple Store on 5th Ave. is open 24 hours a day and they have ample resources with which to freely check email. Do you know who comes in to check their email at 3 in the morning on a Wednesday? Homeless people, that’s who. So the next time you noticed the address “ismelllikepee@hotmail.com” has just logged out, you can bet who was standing there before you. And they were probably sending you hate mail.