Another laundry day, another breakfast at Brady Street Pharmacy, another mishap, another problem, another another another. I put in my wash, went over to BSP for two eggs, over, burnt beyond all recognition (translates as over easy here), bacon, sausage, Canadian bacon, country ham, sausage gravy, no biscuits, no toast, bananas and milk, butterscotch sundae. I can't button the top button of my jeans, I wonder why. I don't mean now, after eating all that. I mean lately.
After breakfast, which included coffee, and a couple of cigarettes, courtesy the IAB, I went back to the laundromat. While leaning over the washer, scooping my clean (kind of, you know...) clothes into the rolling basket, I suddenly HURLED my breakfast right on the clean clothes. Rather than getting upset, I put the now quite soiled clothes right back in the washer, added more soap and seven quarters, and changed the settings from "white" to "bright colors."
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