Doctor Psychobabble

Since I moved to a new apartment almost two months ago, I have been without a washer and dryer in my apartment for the first time in about 16 years. At first, I thought that living without the luxury of an easily accessible way to wash and dry my clothes would be a huge inconvenience. However, since I have several laundromats within a short walk of my apartment, I’ve discovered that it’s really not that big of a deal. Plus, every single time I go to the laundromat, it’s an adventure.

Today at the laundromat, I had an inebriated man approach me and ask me for a dollar. I told him the honest truth, “I don’t have a dollar.” He said, “come on, I really need a dollar to buy a forty!” I replied, “I still don’t have a dollar.” He said, “come on, I need it for my arth-a-ritis!” I smiled and replied, “I’m sorry, I still don’t have a dollar, even if it’s a medical emergency.” He then walked away.

A few minutes later, a whole slew of police cars pulled up outside the laundromat. Police officers got out of their cars and started unspooling “Police Line Do Not Cross” tape around the laundromat. I realized that I was effectively trapped within a crime scene. Hundreds of people gathered around outside to see what was going on. I still have no idea what actually happened. But I eventually crouched underneath the tape and escaped the area with my clean laundry in tow.

Like I said, I heart the laundromat.