Nag cycle
I’m starting to think the laundromat lady thinks it’s ALL ABOUT HER. Yesterday evening I was there rubbing one out* (okay, actually two), and while I was taking my stuff out of the dryer, she kept yelling at me to STOP RUSHING. She was all, “Slow down! Slow down! Slow down! I’ll be open another half hour! Slow down! THERE IS NO HURRY!”
I didn’t know how to tell her that I was moving at my regular speed, mostly because she wouldn’t stop yelling and I couldn’t get a word in edgewise. So I smiled sweetly and tried to obey her, which was hard. Because, as I’ve mentioned, I WASN’T RUSHING!!! So slowing down was actually painful. (You know how that is?) Anyway I guess it worked, because she switched to muttering.
What I wish I said is: Bitch, this is just who I am! Is it my fault that I move very quickly, and bring with me a palpable aura of panic and anxiety wherever I go?
SHE’S PROBABLY JUST JEALOUS.
*TM Left Hook
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