Musings from the Laundromat: Rashes and pup guilt edition.
Woke up at 7:40 “Fuuuuu ….!”
It’s becoming quite the routine to wake up late on Sunday, throw on shorts and a t-shirt, brush my teeth and untangle my hair and just leave.
The Laundry Lady even mentioned “You look tired” today.
But I am – so, can’t really fault her for her honesty.
After shoving two washing machines full, I returned to her to pour a cup of coffee.
I confessed to her in a hushed tone that I hadn’t even walked the dog this morning.
“I just figure, what if I woke at 9 – she won’t know the difference.”
She kindly agreed with me.
But probably I need absolution and have some Hail Mary’s to do – but since I’m not Catholic and I know my poor Manatee is thinking what the heck?! I’m carrying the bad fur baby mom guilt while the dryers spin.
As for Glaucoma Man – he was in rare form.
I heard all about a rash that he had. Was shown his leg. Shown his hydrocortisone. Listened about his eye, his heart, his desire for grapefruit juice that he can’t sate.
Meanwhile I was stuffing the washing machine and wishing he wasn’t looking at my laundry and standing so close.
I have become not only the muser here – but everyone’s ear.
Seven minutes left on the dryers and then quickly fold and get home.
Then I have a very important date with Netflix and my bed.
Of course, that’s after I walk the dog. Who may or may or may not grant me forgiveness.
I’ll just give her a cheese stick – bribe my way back into her good graces.
I should probably carry some on me when I come here, when Glaucoma Man approaches I can give him one so he can’t talk so much with his mouth full. Just hope he isn’t lactose intolerant – I don’t need to see anymore rashes.