Sub Zero Fun

"Are you drying?" hollered the Polish man sitting on the dirty tile.
"Yeah", I reply.
"Did you hand-wash all of those?"
"Yes...I mean, no what? They appear hand-washed but it's just because my washer didn't go through it's final spin cycle or something. I tried drying them, but then my dryer ate the quarters...so on and so forth. I just need to dry my clothes." I struggled for my words.
"Why did you say you hand-washed them if you didn't?"
"Because sometimes I unconsciously slip into this mode of utter contradiction."
"Wha-OKAY. Did you not read the sign? You can't just come here to dry your clothes. You could break the machine if you're not using my washers. I'd be throwing away thousands of dollars because you need to dry your clothes! You know nothing of the hazards!"
"Listen, my dryer is broken. I just want to dry my clothes. I'm sorry, I usually do both here, but it just so happens I tried giving my basement facility a shot and it failed me ."
"This one time only, young lady. Never do this again, you hear me? I don't have time to put up with some little girl's nonsense."
"Okay. I am sorry, again."

Hours pass...I convince myself that consuming a fresh pan of Potatoes Au Gratin is more important that anything else that could possibly be happening in my life. My mind aches on the inconvenience of doing laundry. "If only I could stop wiping my dirty hands on that pair of jeans I wear daily, I wouldn't have to worry about this shit." This brings me to the realization of having to possibly face the rudest laundromat owner I have ever encountered, which isn't saying much. But things must be accomplished, so I decide to walk across the street.

The snow has gotten worse. Upon arrival I see my clothes sitting in a basket. The dryer is empty and my first thought is "who could even bare the thought of touching my laundry?"

"HEY. YOUNG LADY where have you been? It has been over three hours! Did you not see the sign? Clothes must be taken out immediately.... or a fire might happen!"It's the same guy.
"I'm sorry, I didn't realize. Time got away from me...I didn't mean to ignore my laundry duties," I not so confidently explain.
"Listen, young lady...you are really walking the line of disrespect. You can not leave your laundry around. Someone could steal your clothes! I'm going to tell you to not come back here again, OKAY?"

I feel awkward. As I pick up my basket of black half dried clothing, I let out a deep sigh..."Sorry, guy." I feel defeated. Walking towards the door I hear the Polak shout "I'm serious!" I just shake my head and bow out.

The snow is coming down in such a fashion that I can hardly see my apartment building across the street. Closing my eyes to keep the snowflakes out was a mistake. I trip on the curb. My clothes and I fall in the only part of the road that is full of slush. I lay on the side of the road in absolute shock and boarder line fury. The door to the laundromat swings open and I hear a familiar voice say "Hey you young lady, so you going to need to washer and dryer then?"