Laundry Mats and Weirdos

If there was ever a motivation to seek and buy a house, it's doing laundry at a laundry mat. Granted, I have far less opportunities to be lazy. For instance, if I had a washer and dryer at home, I'd leave piles in the dryer and not put stuff away etc etc. So here I am at the Levee Laundry and Tan. I go there, it's near my rental unit, I'm a creature of habit, and I haven't bothered to find someplace else to go. I might even start tanning there at some point when bills aren't fluctuating like the friggen stock market. Soooooooo, I'm on my celly most of the time, talking to Mum and friends up until the dryers are done and I start my fold and hang it if ye can routine. I have two quarters left, miracle here, I found 75 cents that I washed and actually had enough to dry my clothes without having damp things to hang up. (side note: a whole other story, but I want to blast it right into this blog before I forget it. I've been told by some pagan friends, perhaps properly called wiccan, if you burn Dragonsblood incents, it's supposed to help invoke prosperity. I burned 3 yesterday, one for me and two for a friend who got shafted with overdraft fees from his bank. He likes to play poker too. It didn't help him much, but I found my missing $17 from weeks ago. It survived the washer, dryer, and a hanging until I put those jeans back on. Hmmmm. Thus follows the rest of the story!) YAY! So I have 50 cents. I go play the quarter rip off game, I usually lose more than I win, but it's an addictive process trying get this sliding tray to dump quarters of joy for me. I figure what the hell, it's 50 cents and I don't risk getting frenzied with dryer quarters. I plunk a quarter in, and BLAM! I get 4 bucks! YIPPEE! I'm thinking McRib "sammich" and a coke, possibly fries. There's this cute kid standing behind me, he's all like "WOW! YOU WON A LOT!" His dad comes along and started lecturing his son and sorta me about the evils of gambling and that it's the devil's work and I'm evil for gambling and his son is a heathen if he's cheering my gambling. Blah-blah-blah. I put the other quarter in, I get 2 bucks! This is rare, I've essentially gotten all my cash back from the last 3 weekends. I essentially won nothing, but broke even over time. Yeah yeah. So the Jesus Freak is still on his evil kick. I look at him, after pocketing said winnings and tell him, "Well, if being evil means I get to eat a meal tonight rather than Raman noodles and be hungry, I'll be evil and gamble. Oh and I'll buy a pack of ciggies too and drink the rest of my BEER when I get home!" I sauntered off and I'm sure this poor kid was confused. The lesson being, ignore weirdos and idiots, they'll only give you a head ache!


Mad Molly----Buwahahahah!

...So if I die today I'll be the happy phantom
And I'll go wearin' my naughties like a jewel...
I'm still an angel to a girl who hates to sin