The Holiday Between Yesterday and Tomorrow; A Sequined Gucci G-string?

I was off today. MLK Day. Or Robert E. Lee Day. Depending on how you want to look at it. I know that observing a holiday on the prior Monday makes for a nice three-day weekend, but I think the holiday itself may suffer. First off, the date of the actual holiday becomes muddled. I think the "true" date for King/Lee Day is January 20, but I'm not certain. Second, it becomes hard to distinguish one three-day weekend from another. Hence, you can quickly forget the reason for the long weekend.

Maybe what we could do is to take all the holidays, lump them together and give everyone a couple of weeks off in June. That might solve the problem.

It was after noon before I shuffled off into the outside world. I was going to drag the laundry down to the river and beat it over rocks but that seemed too messy. So I decided to drag it to the wash-a-rama, but then realized I did not have enough moola for the machines. The next thought was to go by the ATM, then go to lunch, then do the laundry. But the ATM had a rude, red indicator that said "Closed." So I had lunch at Golden Dragon and charged it. Then a quick trip to the next nearest ATM at Jitney, a rush through the aisles and back home.

The people at the laundry are forever fascinating. There was an elderly lady there who was switching clothes back and forth among three machines. She had a black duffle bag, a small suitcase and the ever-popular green garbage bag. And these items were attached to one of the carry-alls you see at airports. She never got more than a few feet away from the laundry. In retrospect, I wonder what she was washing, because I did not even glance at the actual items.

I try not to be too nosy about someone else's actual laundry since that is a very personal area. And certainly I don't think I'd appreciate it if someone started eying my dirty clothing. However, to be honest, there have been a couple of times when I've been slightly curious. Especially if said items belong to a humpy stud muffin. I can hear this little voice saying, "I wonder if he has any Winnie the Pooh sheets or blue bunny slippers. Or a sequined Gucci g-string?"

PAX!