Dirty laundry

Being bold
Sprinkling joy


Sure, I had an embarrassing laundromat misfire earlier this month, but I still think my status as reigning Laundromat Champion is wasted by going to this particular laundromat.

I walk in and it’s like they don’t even recognize me. Only the kids pay any attention to me, and I swear one — that shouldn’t even be old enough to talk — just called me fat.

I think it might be time to take my dirty laundry elsewhere.

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