Just so you know, I am not to be allowed to go out to the laundromat with precious clothing items.
For the third time in as many trips to the 'mat I left my delicates hanging out there as I came home to teach. Dammit.
Unfortunately, this time the delicates in question contained the cashmere sweater I took with me to China and my favorite concert black sweater, both of which were gifts from my father-in-law. In truth, I was more worried about the concert sweater than the cashmere one, and fortunately no one thought it was worth taking-- it was hanging on a folding table hook when I scurried in later tonight to search. That one I can't replace-- I use that thing at least twice a week for gigs and I know I'd never be able to find another one like it if I tried.
The cashmere, of course, had disappeared. I assume it has had the unfortunate affliction of being taken home by one of the incredibly unattractive members of the human race that I encountered there earlier today-- it's no doubt stretched over some ugly beer gut as we speak. Poor sweater-- it survived the rigors of a two week tour in Asia only to be left at a laundromat here to perish. Damn, damn, damn.
If anyone sees me leaving to do laundry next week, please stop me and remove from my possession all cold-water-wash-line-dry lovelies so that they don't end up the property of some fat redneck. Damn.
