It was like that movie whose name so escapes me I want to call it Papillon,but it's not.
One thing.Sometimes I enjoy Clyding it up in real life.Especially when I am sick of being me.Remember that laundramat cartaker who I scare the dickens out of? I asked her if she believed in SantaClaus while there late afternoon yesterday.I got that "look"...and finally she coughed up a ",well...no!..ha-ha!" I gave her back a look of complete horror and walked away.I heard her yelling.."Oh come on!You can't be seriouus!?" I kept walking without turning around.I gave cognizance to her talking to me by merely sharply shooing her words off by waving my arm;much like a horsey's tail would swat away a fly."Oh no..please! Were you serious?" Another tail swat.
I went back to the deep end of the laundramat's Dryer Death Row.I chose this desolate spot to keep as far away from humans as I could.It also helped my current cause.
Clothes, when drying....resemble brats being shaken in a snow globe.
Anyhoo----I went to fetch one of the fancy clothes carts,you know...the kind with a top bar so as to hang clothes which are meant to be hung on hangers. I did see one up toward the front and to the right;up toward he front and to the right. On the way to it,I came upon a woman who was in the folding process.She had a fully loaded fancy clothes cart waiting it's turn.
I didn't like her act.
I figured she needed sraightening out.
So to her...I says...I says---"Uh, would you mind terribly if I dumped all your clothes right here on the floor so I may use this fancy clothes cart?"
I wish you could have seen the look of stupidity she displayed on that snotface of hers.
The better part was the laundramat caretaker ( who I knew was watching my every move)...she saw this unfold from her watchtower up front and to the left...up front and to the left.Her face was in abject horror.
I relieved the situation by laughing and telling the smug one I was just kidding.
12-23-2010, 09:37 AM
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