Doing laundry has never been so exciting! I was carrying my basket o’ dirty clothes to the laundry room this morning when I heard a man yelling. I assumed it was the typical angry white man yelling at his wife. I was half right. By the time I had stepped into the laundry room a woman was complaining to the weekend manager and maintenance man that the “gentleman” unloading his clothes from the drier had just yelled at her and got in her face about somebody taking someone elses laundry out of the drier or washer. In fact I think she claimed that he had threatened her. I didn’t really catch the whole thing, because also in the laundry room was a very attractive young woman I had never seen before. She looked kind of like Sinead O’conner in her heyday, with the very short hair. Might have been in chemo though. Anyway, she had just sent her son out of the room because of the disturbance.
So I looked over at the angry man, and he is none other than my downstairs neighbor, who we’ll call old polyester pear-body angry man. The man that returns my “good morning” with not even a grunt. He leaves the room, followed shortly by the target of his anger and I am left to converse with Sinead. But a few sentences later enters a large blonde man wearing a shiny white sweat outfit. If you’ve seen Spinal Tap, picture a big 6′ 4″ version of their manager, complete with 70′s style feathered hair with the center-part. And sure enough, in a very agited british accent he asks me if I’ve seen the “old fucker” that threatened his fiance. I say yes, and in a very hostile and threatening manner he asks “was it you?” Of course I answer no, Sinead backs me up and he leaves rather quickly, a bit embarrassed, I think, for his false accusation. I know that any time I act out of anger I am wrong and embarrassed. Good thing to avoid.
Later, when I’m getting my laundry out of the drier I see Sinead again, only this time she’s wearing a necklace with very large brown wooden beads. It reminds me of the time I was flying on business and half of the flight turned out to be some kind of cult from oregon. They were all wearing necklaces with big brown wooden beads, only they also had a picture of some guy attached to the front. One of them asked me if I could move so they could all sit together. Something about them bugged me, so I said no. I think they probably spent a little too much time together anyway.