a day in the life of chad

what a day

i just spent a few quality hours at the laundromat… i had to wash the cushion covers for my couch (from where i steam cleaned it, and left water spots). doing laundry at a laundromat really makes me feel like a common person. i’m not saying that i am too good to do laundry (i really dont mind doing it), but i sure as hell would not choose to do my laundry in public. i have always been taught not to ‘air my dirty laundry’ which i take literally, ergo i dont want to do my laundry in public, flashing my dirty undies and sweat stained shirts at people.

so i get to the laundromat and there is a lovely obese couple sitting in front of the giant washing machines (both of which were empty) i asked if they were using them and of course i get looked at like i have 3 heads (its called being nice… like sharing your thanksgiving turkey with others). so i throw my clothes in the washer and sit back to watch all the homely people. the two oinkers in front of the giant washing machines had a little piglet who was running around like a crazy baby… after getting spanked several times (spare the rod, spoil the child kids!) he finally screamed and sat in a chair. unfortunately theyre 12 loads of clothes finished drying and they left. so i sat and waited for my cushion covers to dry. finally my things were dry and i got to come back to the safety of my own home. i feel like i deserve a trip to target, or something! hooray!