KelsNotChels Rewind: Death to the Coin Laundromat

Somehow, I went through ancient blog entries, and found this GEM. I was crying so hard while reading it, because I could not stop laughing.

**I challenge you, my bloggie friends to find an old, hilarious, or otherwise interesting blog post and give it new life. it is so fun!

17 May 2004 @ 09:10 pm

Death to the coin laundromat…

Here is a story for the ages…
My first experience with a coin laundromat. so I gather up my clothes, grab my detergent and trek down to my apartment’s laundry room. I stuff my clothes into the washer only to realize that I dont have any change in my pockets. so I leave my clothes there and run back up to my crib. I pull out my wallet and to my surprise, I dont have a single quarter to my name. I begin to scour my place. looking through old purses for forgotten change, checking in junk drawers and boxes, but to no avail. so I think, ok, if I take a dollar and buy a can of coke for 50 cents, I will have 50 cents change, so if I buy a few cokes then i will have enough change to do my load of laundry. so I pull out my wallet, but I only have a 10 and a 20…. so I scream my disgust, and have no choice but to go the the corner store to get change, so I go in and decide I should buy some scratch offs and get the change back in quarters. so after I WAS CARDED FOR BUYING THE LOTTO TICKETS-LIKE I DONT LOOK FREAKIN 18- I run home, and go to the laundry room only to realize that I dont have my detergent. so i go back to get it and I finally get the machine started.

an hour later, I go back down to the laundry room to move my clothes (i remembered the quarters this time) and I am in the presence of 2 women, and 1 man ( a nice looking 20 something year old) – all of which are hispanic. I then realize that I didnt bring my basket and I have to pass the guy like 3 times to get all the clothes over there. I am trying to rush out, and he is like, "excuse me-" and I am like "yea?" and he gestures to the floor where a big pair of panties is lying like 1/2 an inch from his shoe. I am like, "thanks" and I throw it in the dryer and run for dear life from the hell hole that is the apartment laundry room.
The End