Today...is laundry day on Old 99...it is so...simply because I have ran out of sox and underwear...and have been wearing my 'Breezy' underwear (who is gonna know?...who is gonna see?...and Yep!...I know my Mom is up there wagging her disapproving finger at me...I am a grown boy now...stuff happens...used to be compulsive obsessive about it...that and leaving dishes in the sink...no more...within reason of course...LOL!)...and the black athletic sox...I prefer white for some reason.
Just got back from doing my grocery shopping...which I normally do while the clothes are being dried....45 minutes is just enough time to complete both processes.
But for some odd reason...one dryer was not up to snuff...and so I switched that load to another dryer for another 20 minutes.
As I turned from doing so...a couple walked in....was not sure at first...the guy was trailing a good distance behind the woman.
They did not have much of a load to launder (she had an average size back pack full...and him...a 'Recycled' size grocery bag full)...in my opinion...and we traded 'Hello's'...so I confirmed they are Hispanic.
Nothing better to do while the machine does it's thing...so I sit and observe them...but not seeming to do so.
They we just chattering away...saying what I don't know...but I love the cohesiveness of the chatter.
I am always the romantic...and like to share close space with my woman...so I smile....knowing the inner warmth they feel form the intimate exchange...and KNOW...it is such....because of the familiar way they had about them.
Odd?!...they chose to load one of the 'oversize' washer....my interest is peaked.
Then to add insult to my visual injury...he began to pour liquid detergent into the access port...like he was watering a very dry garden.
I wanted to say something...but held my tongue...ain't no bodies business but their own.
There was two large signs (about 18" sq. inches each, one suspended below the other) above the machines, which boldly stated in both Spanish and English...'Notice, No More Than One Cup Of Detergent, or over sudzing will occur, and the spin cycle will stop'.
Just when I began to get really uneasy...not wanting to walk through a mountain of sud to get my clothes out of the dryer...which was right behind them...he stopped pouring...phew!
Too soon...my ease...she chided him...all 4ft. 9" of her...if as much....got something to stand on and began pouring the rest of the detergent into the reservoir...'ChristL'...the container was about a quart...if I had to guess.
I looked at my watch...5 minutes to go...the cycle of the machine changed...and I got up immediately...grabbed my basket...interrupted the drying cycle and took out my clothes from the dryer in a hurry....who cares it it's not totally dry...I'll hang them on the shower curtain....I could hear her behind me...agitated that the machine had stopped...and him just realizing what was happening...too late....
Just as I stepped pass them both...the suds began to spew from the machine...and she jumped back off the podium she was on...the front of her top....damp with sud...
Mmmm...no wonder guys like 'wet t-shirt' contests...I can see the large attraction (and she was indeed)...ha-ha-ha!
I did not even bother to look back as I tossed the hamper in my van...and hustled out of the parking lot...like my britches was on fire...
Don't want to be a witness....
Just got back from doing my grocery shopping...which I normally do while the clothes are being dried....45 minutes is just enough time to complete both processes.
But for some odd reason...one dryer was not up to snuff...and so I switched that load to another dryer for another 20 minutes.
As I turned from doing so...a couple walked in....was not sure at first...the guy was trailing a good distance behind the woman.
They did not have much of a load to launder (she had an average size back pack full...and him...a 'Recycled' size grocery bag full)...in my opinion...and we traded 'Hello's'...so I confirmed they are Hispanic.
Nothing better to do while the machine does it's thing...so I sit and observe them...but not seeming to do so.
They we just chattering away...saying what I don't know...but I love the cohesiveness of the chatter.
I am always the romantic...and like to share close space with my woman...so I smile....knowing the inner warmth they feel form the intimate exchange...and KNOW...it is such....because of the familiar way they had about them.
Odd?!...they chose to load one of the 'oversize' washer....my interest is peaked.
Then to add insult to my visual injury...he began to pour liquid detergent into the access port...like he was watering a very dry garden.
I wanted to say something...but held my tongue...ain't no bodies business but their own.
There was two large signs (about 18" sq. inches each, one suspended below the other) above the machines, which boldly stated in both Spanish and English...'Notice, No More Than One Cup Of Detergent, or over sudzing will occur, and the spin cycle will stop'.
Just when I began to get really uneasy...not wanting to walk through a mountain of sud to get my clothes out of the dryer...which was right behind them...he stopped pouring...phew!
Too soon...my ease...she chided him...all 4ft. 9" of her...if as much....got something to stand on and began pouring the rest of the detergent into the reservoir...'ChristL'...the container was about a quart...if I had to guess.
I looked at my watch...5 minutes to go...the cycle of the machine changed...and I got up immediately...grabbed my basket...interrupted the drying cycle and took out my clothes from the dryer in a hurry....who cares it it's not totally dry...I'll hang them on the shower curtain....I could hear her behind me...agitated that the machine had stopped...and him just realizing what was happening...too late....
Just as I stepped pass them both...the suds began to spew from the machine...and she jumped back off the podium she was on...the front of her top....damp with sud...
Mmmm...no wonder guys like 'wet t-shirt' contests...I can see the large attraction (and she was indeed)...ha-ha-ha!
I did not even bother to look back as I tossed the hamper in my van...and hustled out of the parking lot...like my britches was on fire...
Don't want to be a witness....
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