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[Open] The Correct Change

Valla Satura |

Posted on Tue Apr 28, 2015 5:38 pm

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Laundromat | Clear Skies | 09:42 PM




There are only so many hours in a day that someone can remain in a car without losing their mind. The front seat of a bronze, 1983 Ford Fiesta hatchback didn’t make it any more tolerable. The upholstery was a terrible wool blend that was only slightly-evolved from a Brillo pad and somehow its breathability non-existent making the backs of your thighs stick and sweat even when it wasn’t hot out.

Climbing out of that rusted, tin bucket was like breathing for the first time after being submerged in a swimming pool. The air outside was cool and crisp and the perfume of the nearby woods was strong enough to leave the faintest flavor on your tongue when you inhaled. It was after shutting the door (twice; the latch didn’t catch the first time) and leaning against the frame of the vehicle that I realized I never wanted to drive ever again. Wherever I was… this was where I was going to stay.

I grabbed my purse and opened up the back end of my whip, pulling from it a weeks’ worth of laundry which nearly included every article of clothing I owned. The scent eeking its way from inside was a quarter body-odor,  a quarter cannabis, and fifty percent Love Spell body spray from Victoria’s Secret. If it weren’t for the last half of that concoction opening the bag would have been bad for one’s health. Hefting the mesh bag over my free shoulder I carried it across the street to the tiny laundromat I’d come across.

The building needed a new coat of paint, there was a flickering light outside on the verge of calling it quits, and it appeared to be empty.
I took advantage of that last detail and dumped my dirty clothes on top of a table just inside the door before I even bothered to check my wallet for enough change to do a load. I began separating the articles by color; white… and everything else.  It was like sprawling out on a king sized bed when you had it all to yourself. There was just something exquisite about having so much space and no reason to share it…

Even if it was just to do your laundry.

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Re: [Open] The Correct Change

Rupert Hemmingway |

Posted on Wed Apr 29, 2015 2:42 pm

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Finally, I'd found somewhere in Index to call home. It was a gorgeous apartment above a row of small, privately owned stores in West Elkton, a floor of offices below me and absolutely no neighbors. The place was already awesome on the inside, but there were a few things that needed fixing up, a shelf here, a lick of paint on a faded wall there, so I'd spent most of the day wandering hardware stores in Cedar Grove to get a few things. After the long day a meal at the diner had been well earned, and then it only left one task unchecked on my list. One of the jobs I had yet to get round to in my apartment was connecting the plumbing up to my washer/dryer.

I pushed through the doors of the laundromat, bag half full of dirty laundry in hand. It was late and it didn't surprise me that there was only one other person in the joint, and I threw the attractive woman a smile and a greeting as I passed her, Quote Begin Hey.Quote End but continued on to find myself a machine.

The first thing I did when I'd chosen one was pull out my wallet to count on the change I needed. The machines only took coins because apparently laundromats hadn't moved on from the nineties, and I let out a small huff when I opened the coin compartment of my wallet to find it empty, remembering I'd 'cleverly' used it to pay for my meal at the diner. Opening out the rest of it only turned up a twenty dollar bill and of course the change machine on the wall only took fives and tens.

I pulled the twenty out and strode back over to the woman, holding the cash up with a smile. Quote Begin Hey there, d'you have any change for a twenty?Quote End

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Re: [Open] The Correct Change

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Posted on Wed Apr 29, 2015 5:04 pm

My solitude had been sullied by a fellow launderer.

This guy, however, had shoes on that looked like they could have been new. His jeans were dark, heavy with dye that could only indicate that they were either a) expensive or b) recently purchased. I didn’t want to think about the third option which was merely that he didn’t wash them.

He smiled at me. The piercing in his lip was the first thing I noticed as the gleam from the metal caught the unforgiving fluorescent lights. Quote Begin Hey. Quote End  I smiled back without even thinking about it. It was just a reaction. I couldn’t help myself, but I watched him for a bit longer until I figured the ogling was borderline creepshow and turned back to my clothes.


Whites… colors… colors… colors… colors… whites…

The sorting continued until his voice disturbed my inner dialogue.  Momentarily startled, my focus shifted from the denim skirt in my hands to his face, to the bill in his fingertips and then back to his face again; his smile at first, then his eyes. He had green eyes. They weren’t just like… eh, green… they were vibrant and warm, inviting and approachable.  After a moment I realized I had been staring and did my best to shake it off.

Quote Begin Oh, um…  I’m sure I do. Let me check. Quote End I departed from my work and grabbed the sling tote I’d set in a nearby chair. After picking it up, the cloth sack made a heavy sound as it connected with the table and I began to dig through it. I immediately hated myself for not having a wallet like a civilized person.

Bill by bill I pulled out change.

First a couple wadded up ones…  a five… a couple more ones and a ten. Perfect for laundry!

Quote Begin Here… Quote End Instead of handing them to him in a wad, I made an effort to flatten them out on the edge of the counter. Quote Begin One, two… seven… eight, nine, ten and ten is twenty. Quote End


My smile punctuated my sentence for me as it offered the winkled currency to him.

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Re: [Open] The Correct Change

Rupert Hemmingway |

Posted on Thu Apr 30, 2015 5:19 am

I held the bill between my finger and thumb, tilting my head and waiting with a small smirk for the woman to stop staring. When she did I relaxed, but kept my gaze on her. Quote Begin Thanks, sorry to interrupt you.Quote End I said, and stood to wait.

My amusement grew when she pulled over her fabric bag and rather than fish out a wallet, just picked out some notes from within it. There was the familiar jingle of change from within it when it hit the table and it was difficult not to watch the unusual display with one eyebrow raised. Most women had enough bags, purses and wallets to stock a store, not just one. She had a slight hippie vibe to her though. It was always the cute ones that were quirky... and slightly crazy, too.

Quote Begin Thanks, this is great - just as long as you've got enough left for yourself?Quote End I eyed the large amount of washing that she'd already set out, and the bag which apparently held more. My meager bag of a few t-shirts and underwear looked dwarfed in comparison. Quote Begin It looks like you've got a bigger task ahead of you than I have.Quote End I grinned, trying not to let it falter when I caught a faint whiff of an unusual, but still familiar smell, glancing down to the woman's pile of clothes before smiling up at her. Hey, pot wasn't even illegal in the state, so who was I to judge?

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Re: [Open] The Correct Change

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Posted on Thu Apr 30, 2015 9:04 am

The observation he made regarding the amount of laundry I had to do prompted me to look back at my sorting.   Quote Begin Um… yeah, I think I’ll be ok. I don’t have to do it all tonight. I can come back in the morning after I get more change. No biggie. Quote End

I offered another smile; one that was slightly crooked and had a playful demeanor in an attempt to assure him that he hadn’t been an inconvenience in the least and maybe initiate some flirtatious conversation.  He was pretty good looking… it was difficult to find someone so attractive an inconvenience anyway.

I gathered up an armful of colors – assorted t-shirts, yoga pants, tank tops… underwear – and carried them over to the nearest machine so that I could stuff everything inside. Articles here and there had managed to escape from my grasp but it was no big deal. It was already dirty. In the process I wished for a moment that I was one of those women who had a sort of finesse about everything that they did; like in the movies. The truth was that I was pretty clumsy and in my short trek from the sorting table to the machine, an escapee bra tangled itself between my toes and the bottom of my flip-flop and sent me flying into the row of machines.  All those pieces of clothing flew from my arms as I outstretched them to catch myself up on the lip of the washing machine in front of me.

In that moment, after I realized what had happened, I silently wished to be swallowed up by the washing machine and spin-cycled into a different reality. At least I hadn’t fallen on the ground? At least I was still upright? My face was turning red, I could feel it.

Smooth, Valla. Smooth.

Fuck my life.

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