Yesterday was day 16. The night before my friend had told me he was going out of town the next morning. He lives alone, so I asked him who was driving him to the airport. A girl he was seeing had originally offered, but that wasn't going so great so he had planned to take a cab instead.
I love the airport, and maybe it's because I haven't seen a movie or gone out to dinner in a while, but the idea of an early morning drive actually sounded fun to me. It was 9pm when all of these plans were forming, and we decided I'd come over that night, sleep on the couch for a few hours, and we would leave at 4am. During this conversation, I was in the middle of doing some laundry by hand. Under normal circumstances, I would have taken my bag of quarters down to the laundry mat at my apartment complex. In the summer, I like to take my washed clothes back up to my apartment and hang them outside to dry. It strikes me as completely inefficient to use a machine to dry my clothes when the sun is offering its services free of charge.
I had cleaned my bathtub, filled it with hot water, and added my clothes and detergent. I unscrewed the broom from the handle and used the pole to stir everything around. I felt like a witch, only instead of eye of newt, I was stirring in sock of Gap, among other things. I turned the water on again to rinse everything. I stood in the bathtub and grabbed each item, rang it out, and put it on a hanger to dry. The jeans were heavy and cumbersome, and I hoped they would dry in time for work the next day. After I had hung some wet clothes on every available space in my bathroom, I left for the night to go catch up with my friend. I was a little worried about gas but he said he didn't mind putting some gas in my car to cover the ride to and from the airport. Unfortunately, I was so groggy the next morning that I forgot to stop at the gas station, and before I knew it we were already at the airport. He offered up some cash.
I gave him a blank stare, with the steady eyes of a person getting pretty used to explaining themselves. There was a pause, I collected all of the early morning energy I had in me, took a deep breath...and on the exhale...
"I can't spend money"
He offered to fill the tank up when he got back in a week. I thought that sounded good since I didn't currently need gas right now anyway. He had also been thoughtful enough to give me a $5 gift card he'd received in the mail from Walmart, and of all things, an onion that he didn't want to leave in his apartment for a week. Later that day, I bartered the gift card for some much needed toiletries at work. I don't know what exactly I'm going to do with the onion yet, but it is definitely going to get eaten.
I spent the rest of the morning back at my apartment, trying desperately to dry my pants for work. I used a fan and a blow dryer, but they were still damp by the time I had to leave to walk to work. I changed into them when I got to work, and they dried eventually, but were so loose I was pulling them up all day. Needless to say I was singing "walkin' round town with my pants on the ground..." from American Idol all day.
I love the airport, and maybe it's because I haven't seen a movie or gone out to dinner in a while, but the idea of an early morning drive actually sounded fun to me. It was 9pm when all of these plans were forming, and we decided I'd come over that night, sleep on the couch for a few hours, and we would leave at 4am. During this conversation, I was in the middle of doing some laundry by hand. Under normal circumstances, I would have taken my bag of quarters down to the laundry mat at my apartment complex. In the summer, I like to take my washed clothes back up to my apartment and hang them outside to dry. It strikes me as completely inefficient to use a machine to dry my clothes when the sun is offering its services free of charge.
I had cleaned my bathtub, filled it with hot water, and added my clothes and detergent. I unscrewed the broom from the handle and used the pole to stir everything around. I felt like a witch, only instead of eye of newt, I was stirring in sock of Gap, among other things. I turned the water on again to rinse everything. I stood in the bathtub and grabbed each item, rang it out, and put it on a hanger to dry. The jeans were heavy and cumbersome, and I hoped they would dry in time for work the next day. After I had hung some wet clothes on every available space in my bathroom, I left for the night to go catch up with my friend. I was a little worried about gas but he said he didn't mind putting some gas in my car to cover the ride to and from the airport. Unfortunately, I was so groggy the next morning that I forgot to stop at the gas station, and before I knew it we were already at the airport. He offered up some cash.
I gave him a blank stare, with the steady eyes of a person getting pretty used to explaining themselves. There was a pause, I collected all of the early morning energy I had in me, took a deep breath...and on the exhale...
"I can't spend money"
He offered to fill the tank up when he got back in a week. I thought that sounded good since I didn't currently need gas right now anyway. He had also been thoughtful enough to give me a $5 gift card he'd received in the mail from Walmart, and of all things, an onion that he didn't want to leave in his apartment for a week. Later that day, I bartered the gift card for some much needed toiletries at work. I don't know what exactly I'm going to do with the onion yet, but it is definitely going to get eaten.
I spent the rest of the morning back at my apartment, trying desperately to dry my pants for work. I used a fan and a blow dryer, but they were still damp by the time I had to leave to walk to work. I changed into them when I got to work, and they dried eventually, but were so loose I was pulling them up all day. Needless to say I was singing "walkin' round town with my pants on the ground..." from American Idol all day.
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