-First post from my new home in Chicago-
Still getting used to having to go to the laundromat. Thus far, I have not had a visit without feeling slightly nervous about at least one of my fellow ‘matters’. I would say that I don’t enjoy it, but life is about stories, and my time there has certainly left me with a few.
During our last visit, Saturday morning, we were approached by an older, vivacious gentleman, who pointed out that Billy was doing most of the loading.
'Look at you! You are doing all of her laundry, and she doesn't even appreciate you!'
He was just getting started….
'Look at that smile! Oh, what a gorgeous smile; your little canine teeth! OOOHHHH!' (STILL talking to Billy, mind you.) 'You know the statue of David? You put him to SHAME! ….. (pause for staring) … I would be your sugar daddy. Or mommy!'
We quickly moved to the corner where we tried to stop giggling and avoided eye contact, but a little later while I was reading and Billy was on his phone, he came walking over.
'You two are the happiest couple I have ever seen! I mean you are sitting here, not saying anything to each other…. (he actually starts crying- CRYING) and you can just tell, you're so happy together. It's like an aura! Just promise me one thing.'
Billy reluctantly says, ‘What’s that?’
We’re both giggling, ‘You got it.’ Billy promises him.
As we walked home Billy walked faster than I’ve ever seen, and kept asking, ‘is he following us?’, ‘is he behind us?’
I don’t know when our next laundromat visit is, but I know I’m not the only one that can’t wait.