Thursday, September 28, 2006
Jared rescued me Sunday- he drove me and my accumulated gym clothes to another and apparently more complicated laundromat. The joint was very clean and very large, but took cash for nothing- instead, one had to purchase a card and insert it into the washers and dryers for service. I saw too many buttons, of different colours, with directions clearly written beneath that nevertheless sent my poor brain into disarray. Jared helped immensely (by pointing and saying, "Press this.").
Whilst waiting for my loads to de-toxify we then travelled across the street to Denny's, where we seated ourselves in a back room that contained tables full of old people. The glances The Aged Ones threw upon us indicated that they perceived we were walking pieces of meat. The smell of our youth must have been pungent. I did nevertheless enjoy the bacon cheddar burger I was (eventually) served.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 8:57 AM]