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Dear Laundry Mat Lady,

You have no idea how mortified I am.

 What a terrible first impression I gave you, taking my clothing out of the washing machine at my own pace, rather than as soon as you needed.

 I know you're in a hurry to go about your busy Sunday....doing laundry is the least of your tasks. You have to go to the grocery store, for instance, and the produce market, to get the ingredients to make your cats a nice Sunday dinner. You're serving enough for nine of the them, because Olive and Mrs.Meebles are still grounded for peeing on the table.

You have to go home, and maybe...Um...maybe your mom will call from whatever gin-bar she's crawling out of and tell you to get married, but quick! And you'll nod and eat and cry.

Maybe there's a movie on the Oxygen Network this evening. You could certainly use a good romcom.

My goodness, but you're the busy dame. How dare I hold up your journey.

You're such a treasure, Laundry Mat Lady. Truly one of the chosen few in Gods warmest gardens. Bless the day I beheld your visage.

oh, and go **** yourself.