Chillin in the Laudromat

We load the hamper, overflowing with cloth, into the back seat of the car.
We’re headed to the Laundromat over on ninth street , it’s not very far.


It’s a crisp dusky evening, and all the yards are littered with golden leaves.
Summer is actually over, that is something I absolutely hate to believe.


We stop by a gas station where she goes straight for a stick of pepperoni.
Two frosty bottled drinks, a Dr, Pepper for her and a green tea for me.


A quick run to the trendy looking, new, sub shop just across the street.
I enter my name in their contest, I could win free grub, that’s sweet.


While outside smoking, I am treated to the most spectacular of views.
Time slows and the world seems to absorb all of autumn’s earthy hues.


A book of puzzles to keep us occupied during the inevitable wait.
We have to fold the blankets quickly, it’s starting to get late.


It’s time to head home, and move on to more important tasks.
I Cherish these moments, because they are few and never seem to last.


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John_Drydin   John_Drydin wrote
on 10/7/2010 9:27:55 AM
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