friday
January 22nd, 2005
People do my washing. I’m wearing my tattered old 1988 Ballad of the streets – Simple Minds t-shirt and it hasn’t looked as in good condition as this in ages. There’s this old couple in the basement who run the laundry. There’s three options in the phrase book for thankyou. Thankyou was the first thing i remembered how to say, and said. I’m going to have to start practising the thankyou profusely option.
We’re currently staying at a uni campus and eventhough there’s no students, some of the employees are still here, like the laundry.
It’s an intimate thing, letting someone else wash your clothes, smell you smells, learn your mistakes and slip-ups. They came back all folded up and i never fold my stuff.
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