Adventures at the Laundromat: Dirty Old Men & Lacy Panties

I’m currently at the laundromat, folding my underthings. You may think that people who fold their underwear are weird, and in this case you’re correct. But you know what’s even more weird? Older men who seem to be at the laundromat the exact day and time as you every week. That’s not weird you say? What if these older men were a little too fascinated with the way you fold your skanky underwear, who stand in front of your dryer seemingly anxious to catch your lacy negligee when it falls out of said dryer, while trying (desperately) to strike up a conversation about which dryer sheets smell best (which, hello? febreeze is the way to go.). I personally didn’t think it could get much weirder. But it did. After realizing that I must be crazy for not letting him paw my underwear, he offered me a swig of his Jim Beam (encased in the obligatory paper sack) to-I KID YOU NOT-”make my bad feelings disappear.”

Onto other news, the Hotfessional posted the interview with her commentary over here. Go see, friends.

Off to contemplate sharing a swig or three with this fellow who seems so keen with my underwear and me.