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Originally Posted by Chula Vista (Post 1685273)

I swear to ****ing God that I will stay at least 1/4 mile away from you as I age. We good?

And here I thought we were laundry bros. Guess you won't be responding to my Laundromat R.S.V.P. then. That hurts.

My man doesn't let me go to the laundromat, so I'll just have to live vicariously through your "laundrama." (That was a bad one.)

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Originally Posted by Aux-In (Post 1685272)

I had an interesting morning, to say the least. Normally, I like to get to my laundromat early in the day, but today I was later than usual. Things started off no different than they ever have. I mean, it's a ****ing laundromat. What can go wrong?

While loading my laundry, I cracked open a new bottle of detergent, and as I was in the process of transferring the contents of the old bottle to the new, I spilled some of it on a machine (there's excess around the opening of the bottle sometimes). I don't have any kind of contingency plan for these types of disasters. Normally, I would use a piece of clothing to wipe off any spills. However, all of my clothing was in-cycle. My laundromat doesn't have any kind of paper towels or rags for these types of incidents, either. All they have is toilet paper from the bathroom, and that was my game plan.

Why on Earth did you go on so long about spilled detergent?

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After all that happened, an older guy in his 60s and I got to talkin' about the incident and other matters, which involved the following:

He was divorced.
He was a former salesman who made $180,000, but was laid off in 2000. Assume the tech crash.
He had another job: selling cellphones, where he was made the employee of the year multiple times.
As a result of being employee of the year, he won tickets to spring-training games for his favorite baseball team. It cost him more to travel to the training camp than he made in that week's salary. Irony extant.
His other jobs: working at Walmart, other sales jobs, and he now does motivational speeches for several different companies.
We talked about all the bars he went to in the '70s.
We talked about the seedy parts of town that he's scared to go into.
We talked Social Security, Medicare, women/marriage, his travels.
He had a heart attack at the same laundromat in 2010, according to him.

I think the moral of the story -- the great takeaway -- is that the laundromat is the place to be.

~ Aux-In, reporting from the frontlines.

Annoying, rambling, old people who want to talk your head off about all the boring **** they did in their lives that nobody cares about, do not make somewhere "the place to be". I probably would have been willing to chew my own foot off to get away from that conversation within five minutes.

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Originally Posted by The Batlord (Post 1685281)

Why on Earth did you go on so long about spilled detergent?

Because it sets up the climax before I turn the tables on the reader. And also because it is the actual timeline of events.

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Originally Posted by The Batlord (Post 1685281)

Annoying, rambling, old people who want to talk your head off about all the boring **** they did in their lives that nobody cares about, does not make somewhere "the place to be". I probably would have been willing to chew my own foot off to get away from that conversation within five minutes.

I absolutely agree with you in most cases, but the guy was intelligent, so I didn't mind talking to him/listening to his stories. He volunteered all of that. I didn't have to coax it out of him. Keep in mind that intelligent conversation from strangers (in real life) is a super race occurrence for me, so I didn't feel the need to bolt from small talk like in most cases.

I wanted to take a picture with him just because, but things were already weird enough.

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Originally Posted by ChelseaDagger (Post 1685279)

My man doesn't let me go to the laundromat, so I'll just have to live vicariously through your "laundrama." (That was a bad one.)

R.S.V.P. sent.

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Originally Posted by Chula Vista (Post 1685273)

I swear to ****ing God that I will stay at least 1/4 mile away from you as I age. We good?

Don't worry, there won't be much more of that anyway.

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Originally Posted by Qwertyy (Post 1685292)

Don't worry, there won't be much more of that anyway.

ayyyy

S A V A G E M E M E S

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Originally Posted by Aux-In (Post 1685284)

This absolutely happens. I agree with Batlord in the sense that I consciously avoid small talk with strangers whenever possible but I do recall getting completely sucked into a conversation on New Years Eve at a biker bar with a 70-something year old Vietnam vet, he gave me a cigar and told me all about his insane adventures as a fighter pilot and what it was like to return home. Some people are just good story tellers, you hear a few sentences from them and it's too late, you're in it to the end.

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Originally Posted by Aux-In (Post 1685284)

Because it sets up the climax before I turn the tables on the reader. And also because it is the actual timeline of events.

I absolutely agree with you in most cases, but the guy was intelligent, so I didn't mind talking to him/listening to his stories. He volunteered all of that. I didn't have to coax it out of him. Keep in mind that intelligent conversation from strangers (in real life) is a super race occurrence for me, so I didn't feel the need to bolt from small talk like in most cases.

I wanted to take a picture with him just because, but things were already weird enough.

:confused: A "super race"?

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"A Super Race is a future race of improved humans that it is proposed be created from present-day human beings by deploying various means such as eugenics, euthenics, genetic engineering, nanotechnology, and/or brain-computer interfacing to accelerate the process of human evolution." Super Race

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Originally Posted by Neapolitan (Post 1685301)

:confused: A "super race"?

:laughing: I saw that too and thougt about making a snarky comeback... But in my sloth, I decided to go the **** It Route instead.