I’m lazy. Yep. There it is. No use denying it. I’ve got some stuff to do this week, and therefore I don’t want to make time to do my laundry. However, I don’t want to walk around New York City naked either, so I must take some sort of action.
Then, it hits me.
Actually, “it” was Nupe, my fellow Monkey. He needs to use the computer to “do work” (i.e. search for porn), but I have commandeered it for the purposes of this brilliant Thought. But I digress.
Where was I? Ah, yes. Then, an idea hits me. The nearby wash and fold will solve all my problems. Well, maybe not all, but at least the “need to do laundry” one that I mentioned earlier.
So, I begin filling a bag with all the laundry I can get my hands on: shirts; pants; boxers; boxing gloves; socks; Socks, the Clinton’s cat; sheets; a comforter; towels; Harris; the list goes on and on.
Now, wash and folds charge by the pound. It seems that in my zest for cleanliness I may have gotten carried away, as I needed to rent a U-Haul to get my laundry bag to the cleaners.
Nonetheless, I dragged my bag from the truck to the wash and fold.
“I need this washed and feld, er, folded.”
“Sure. Let’s weigh that…one million pounds. That’ll be one million dollars.”
“Um, sweet. You take American Express?”
And they did.
The moral of the story: make time to do laundry or you’ll have to charge one million dollars to your AmEx card.
What a dumb moral…