when i look into my closet and see very few underwear left, i know it's really time to have the laundry done. many times, i wonder how come it seems i use up so many clothes when in fact i don't change clothes more often than the average non-slobby guy. on most days, even go around shirtless at home, so i don't have to use two shirts in a day. and yet used clothes seem to pile on me like fallen hair on the shower floor when i take a bath. so earlier i sorted through my near-overflowing hamper (it's made to look like a cute, green frog) and packed the clothes i will bring to the laundromat. i dressed up for work and called a cab so i could drop off the clothes before i head for the office. from the cab, i could see that the laundry shop i go to when i want to have my clothes washed quickly is packed. large bags of clothes are put in front of the counter. when i went inside, the woman by the counter told me (in a harassed, i-cannot-believe-i-am-having-this-day kind of way) that i can't have the clothes done until tuesday (today's a wednesday). "we couldn't ask other branches to help us," the bewildered woman explained, "because they're also filled with orders." with the mountains of clothes all around us, i didn't think of disbelieving her. i just said thank you, left the shop and went back to the waiting cab. i asked the cab driver to drive me to another laundry shop instead. we found a laundry shop further into boni avenue: a small shop that was not packed with clothes. the lady doing the laundry said i could pick my clothes by friday afternoon. that was a relief. for a minute there i thought i had to buy new underwear because i will be running out of clean boxers. incidentally, i was wandering around the men's underwear section of the department store the other day, looking for plain-colored shirts. one sales lady called my attention and started sales talking about YC briefs. i had to look away quickly because theYC bikini briefs commercial jingle started playing in my head.
Thursday, October 01, 2009
hauling the laundry after the flood. (guest starring an 80s bikini briefs commercial jingle)
when i look into my closet and see very few underwear left, i know it's really time to have the laundry done. many times, i wonder how come it seems i use up so many clothes when in fact i don't change clothes more often than the average non-slobby guy. on most days, even go around shirtless at home, so i don't have to use two shirts in a day. and yet used clothes seem to pile on me like fallen hair on the shower floor when i take a bath. so earlier i sorted through my near-overflowing hamper (it's made to look like a cute, green frog) and packed the clothes i will bring to the laundromat. i dressed up for work and called a cab so i could drop off the clothes before i head for the office. from the cab, i could see that the laundry shop i go to when i want to have my clothes washed quickly is packed. large bags of clothes are put in front of the counter. when i went inside, the woman by the counter told me (in a harassed, i-cannot-believe-i-am-having-this-day kind of way) that i can't have the clothes done until tuesday (today's a wednesday). "we couldn't ask other branches to help us," the bewildered woman explained, "because they're also filled with orders." with the mountains of clothes all around us, i didn't think of disbelieving her. i just said thank you, left the shop and went back to the waiting cab. i asked the cab driver to drive me to another laundry shop instead. we found a laundry shop further into boni avenue: a small shop that was not packed with clothes. the lady doing the laundry said i could pick my clothes by friday afternoon. that was a relief. for a minute there i thought i had to buy new underwear because i will be running out of clean boxers. incidentally, i was wandering around the men's underwear section of the department store the other day, looking for plain-colored shirts. one sales lady called my attention and started sales talking about YC briefs. i had to look away quickly because theYC bikini briefs commercial jingle started playing in my head.
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