Genetic boulliabase: Live at the Laundromat

why didn't you go into ohio if it was closer?

 

Think I dated his daughter for about 4 months several years back.

 

Only 'mat that I know is another bar-type, but it's right next to Univ. of Cincinnati, with a distinct college crowd. Not the greatest hood, either. I'm sure there are other decent places around, I just don't know where they are. Tonight's place, I've driven past before, knew where it was.

 

I gotta get me some of those.

 

Omlette Shoppe, Jasper, Ala.

And what part of doing laundry in the company of college co-eds was off-putting to you?

 

It was called "North Wilkesboro."

 

Isn't Ohio the shallow end of the gene pool? But parts of North Carolina give it a run for its money.

 

Any Waffle House.

 

Ding ding ding.

A friend of mine was shot at one recently. Thank goodness he was just grazed.

 

I've got a washer and dryer in my home now, so my laundromat days are done for now. But one of the last times I went to my old one, there was this dude, probably 21 or 22 years old, who was wearing clothes that must have -- I mean there's no way they could not have been -- dirtier than anything he and his mother, foster mom or grandma (she was older than the usual mother for a kid my age) put in the washer.

This kid's shirt, I think it was originally white, was light brown. Seriously, this kid was Pigpen. Every time I walked past him -- and I had to every time I switched my clothes or took them out of the dryer -- he smelled a little bit worse. And the little jerk made sure to open my dryer every time it buzzed until his whatever-she-was told him to stop. He never said excuse me, I'm sorry, etc.

He was just a strange, strange bird.