A nose for clothes

During my reno I have two things that I am doing.

One is living out of the bathtub. Everyday I stop by Big Daddy's Booze Shop and get a bag o' ice a two liter bottle of water. I think of the booze of the evening that will go good with pizza, Chinese food or Arby's. I have a styro cooler in the tub and fill it up when I get home and empty the melted cubes every morning.

The second is wash and fold. Wash and fold is a service that the local coin laundry offers. I don't want to sit amongst the freaks of the 'hood. I really don't want to sit there when it was recently voted "Best Place to go when you want to see how the underlife live," in our recent Best of the Hood rag mag.

But - for fifty cents a pound - I can give it to a very hairy, toothless woman in a moo-moo and she will wash it and fold it for me. To be picked up as quickly as it is to be dropped off.

Now - never having done this I wasn't really sure if I should put the clothes in a plastic bag or bring the huge ass load laundry bin of stinky clothes HB and I have made.

I chose to bring the bin - because when they get folded - I would prefer they stay that way and a plastic bag wouldn't work.

Well - I notice carrying them from the car HB tighty whiteys - I try to stuff them down the sides. I also notice a rancid smell of eau du phoneman. That smell is the musky smell of man and his stinky pits. I know in the pile is my stinky underwear too - all this funk reminds me that we worked all last week without air conditioning. Poor laundry lady.

So -because you pay by the pound she brings out a little bathroom scale. You plop your load down and she has to bend over to lock it in position so she can get the proper weight.

As she is bending over - I notice she's heading face first into our pile of stinky clothes. She hovers over it a few seconds because she's trying to find the locking mechanism below the mountain.

Peeeeyeewwwwww. Yet - she didn't flinch.

The woman has a nose for clothes.