Drop Off 01/17/11: LG? Is That You?
On January 17th, after weeks of doing my own laundry due to the sudden departure of LG from my laundering life, I decided I was too busy for laundry and returned, sad-eyed, to that laundromat on Torrance Blvd. Not expecting much of anything, I approached the counter, lifted my bags over the gate and this is what happened:
Me: Hello. Anyone home. Here to drop off.
Voice: Just a minute.
Voice: In a minute.
LG: Here to drop off?
Me: (remembering my respective station in this relationship) I’m not picking you up for dinner.
LG: Good. I’m not paying.
Me: I thought you moved back to Caracas.
LG: Who said that?
Me: Ummm. Laundry Lady?
LG: I had to help my uncle with his family in Mexicali.
Me: That’s a lot different than moving to Caracas.
LG: What is that?
LG: Pick up tomorrow.
Me: You bet.
And with that the fluff and fold yin, to my drop and grab yang have been reunited. Caracas. What is that, indeed.