I've done laundry on either Wednesdays or Thursdays for roughly the last couple of months. In the past four weeks, in each individual visit, I've been approached by (a) a man selling socks still in the package, (b) a deaf person with one of those "I can't speak, so if you could give me a dollar or two, that's be grrreat..." cards, (c) a woman asking if she could have the quarters that I wasn't going to use, and (d) two men with a box full of cologne and a sales pitch about why I should buy some of their discounted items. I'm okay with it for the most part, but seriously, I just enjoy relaxing while I watch my clothes spin.

The deaf person I immediately ignored by pushing back his card as soon as he set it down on my folding table. I was holding my wife's delicates at the time. He gave me a dirty look and moved on. The woman I listened to and told her that I didn't have any extra quarters. Problem solved. The salesmen were actually pretty nice. I listened to their pitch and explained that I was okay at the moment. Okay meaning that I've never been a cologne-wearer, so their time was being wasted on me. They even told me to have a nice day. The sock-guy kills me. He picked the one place in the world in which I would actually have the majority of my socks with me. Not a real good spot for a sock sale, if you ask me. I guess he could make a habit of stealing socks, waiting for this realization amongst unsuspecting launderers, and then trying to make the pitch. I just wasn't buying it, though. Didn't even take off my headphones.

Also, here's a picture of our cat. Just keeping in line with Matt's picture, which is pretty fucking sweet.

Ours is more on the creepy side, though.