I have to say (after posting about it on Corn Child's blog... maybe) that I am not a fan of how Blogger is now all smooched up with my Gmail account like two seventh-graders in the bike racks after school. NOT A FAN. Although I wonder if Mr. Blue would be willing to find a bike rack and make out.... hmm....

I was going to post about the lady at the dry cleaners who went TOTALLY BATSHIT INSANE last week when I was there, but it's kind of a long story. Well, not really... I'll write it and then go have a beer in the shower (because I had a weird Alaskan math TA who talked about how he was doing that one time, and it really is kind of a cool thing).

So I went to the dry cleaners. It's not the place I usually go, but it's damn convenient so I thought I'd try it out. The complex is under construction, but all the shops are open. I went in and the one other customer in the store was droning on about getting his pillow back. "Uhmmm... welllllll... can you call me when you think it's going to be in?" What, you have ONE special pillow? You can't use another one for a few days?? Never mind, don't tell me about it. The lady at the counter seemed a little frazzled. She also had bright red hair (fire engine) and a big fake fur coat. The pillow issue was resolved and nasally-drone-man left. The lady turned and leaned her head against the wall, which was kind of weird. I casually mentioned that I would like to drop off some clothes. She walks in the back for a few minutes and wanders around. . Then the construction dudes outside started their drilling again, and she screamed:

"I can't take it anymore! It sounds like a dentist's drill!!!!!"

She runs outside and starts berating the construction dudes, who respond as if she does this five times a day. She's standing right in front of the door, so I can't run! She comes back inside and finally acknowledges my clothes. Much stress is had in writing me a reciept. I feel totally freaked out, and kind of embarassed at being so emotionally close to a stranger. I get outta there ASAP, along with another customer who was going to pick up his clothes but decided against it! Probably wise.

I'm not totally heartless; I mean, I feel bad for this lady, and I'm sure it's not fun to listen to construction all day. But whooooaaaa, things just got a leetle too emotional in there for me!

I did get all my dry cleaning back, though.