So tonight I gathered up my jeans, my blue hooded sweatshirt, and some t-shirts and walked them down to the laundromat that's a block away. It's a nice laundromat - rarely crowded, and there's usually good reading material. And the vending machine has zingers. But when I got there, it was all police-taped off, and there was lots of crime scene type investigation going on. This is unusual, since I live in a quiet neighborhood full of families, med students, and the occasional yuppie. The cops on duty were nice enough to give me a run down of the events leading up to the crime scene'd laundromat:
For the record, this was all a lie. But this story occurred to me as I was putting my clothes in the dryer, and I thought it would be pretty cool to put a can of spraypaint in there too. And I just spilled some beer on my laptop, but it was just on the trackpad part, and that seems not to have destroyed any electronics. Hooray!
I wish I lived near a laundromat/bar combination like brainwash, but that's all the way on the other side of the city. And even if I drove my clothes over there I couldn't drink, because then I'd have to drive home. It just seems like it would be fun to drink 4 beers while doing laundry.
Posted by Ethan at February 18, 2003 10:18 PMDude... when you lie you increase the complexity in the universe separating others from the universal truth, and thereby, yourself. Fiction and mind chatter only contributes to the m-band noise.
Posted by: tom on February 19, 2003 12:25 PM