I’m starting my weekly routine at the Laundromat. I use the same machine every Wednesday evening, use the same detergent and come prepared with my five dollar bill to have it exchanged for quarters.
I retrieve the detergent from the dispenser, and start separating my colors from my whites.
None of my underwear is in either pile. I search again, but come up empty handed.
Retracing my steps, oddly I find none.
In thought I open the first machine and find a wrapped present inside, with a card.
It reads, “These are yours, and by the way, you slightly snore.”
I retrieve the detergent from the dispenser, and start separating my colors from my whites.
None of my underwear is in either pile. I search again, but come up empty handed.
Retracing my steps, oddly I find none.
In thought I open the first machine and find a wrapped present inside, with a card.
It reads, “These are yours, and by the way, you slightly snore.”
