The End

On December 1st, 2010 I dropped off my laundry.  After roughly 6 weeks of intermittent LG sightings, much less interaction, I learned from LL (Laundry Lady) that LG had moved back to his homeland of Caracas, Venezuela.  I hadn’t pegged LG as Venezuelan.  He looked and outbursted nothing like Carlos Zambrano, after all.  Shows what I know of Venezuelans. 

I also learned that his name was/is Paolito.  Little Paulie.  I kind of like that better than LG.  But, it’s too late now.

Unless LL proves to be more than the pleasant, smiling, pudgily-agreeable woman that I have met on several occasions, this blog will cease to exist. 

Me and LG reminded me of Tom Cruise and his paper guy in A Few Good Men, albeit in a much worse-natured kind of way.  Sharing barbs, caring only enough to mildly aggravate each other and then turn our attentions elsewhere more important. 

So long, Little Paulie.   So long, LG.


Drop Off 12/1/10

Me:  Hello.  Anybody…

LL:  (The Laundry Lady)  Coming.  Coming.

Me:  Here to drop off.

LL:  One second and I’ll get your ticket.

Me:  What happened to the guy?

LL:  Paolito?

Me:  I guess.

(Awkwardness.)

Me:  Was he the only guy that worked here?

LL:  Yes.

Me:  Then, yes, Paolito.  What happened to Paolito?

LL:  He moved back to Caracas.

Me:  Venezuela? 

LL:  I think so.

Me:  Are you related to Paolito?

LL:  No.


Pick Up 10/10/10

Me to LG:  Here to pick up, ace.

LG to Me:  Ticket?

Me to LG:  (handing ticket)  Hey.  Happy haircut.

LG to Me:  What do you mean?

Me to LG:  I mean you got a real sweet haircut.

LG to Me:  It’s not that great.  (handing my bags to me)

Me to LG:  I know.

(Long pause and staring.)

LG to Me:  Got ‘em all cut.

Me to LG:  Holy shit. 

(Laughing so hard I start squealing and wheezing.)

Me to LG:  You’re awesome. 


Pick Up 10/1/10

Speaking loudly to overcome an inappropriately high radio volume.

J to LG:  Hey, man.  Here to pick up.

LG to J:  Ticket.

J to LG:  (Handing ticket to LG in silence)

LG to J:  $24

J to LG:  What ya listening to, boss?

LG to J:  Radio.

J to LG:  (pausing at the magnitude of previous answer)

LG to J:  That ok?

J to LG:  Please just give me my clothes and change so I can go.

Exchange of clothes and change.  LG turns up volume on way out.


This is where the magic happens.
In case you didn’t believe they use water, there are 2 fish to illustrate that they in fact do.

This is where the magic happens.

In case you didn’t believe they use water, there are 2 fish to illustrate that they in fact do.