Showed up to pick up my laundry this morning at 7:50. The laundromat opens at 7:30. Guess what.
It was closed.
“He ain’t here yet, bro” said a bro from across the street. “I even called him. Said he’d be here in five minutes. That was 10 minutes ago.”
Not a minute later, our friendly laundromat guy shows up, opens doors, grabs MadBro’s shirts and hands them over.
MadBro’s bill was $12 but he threw 5 down on the counter and said “That’s all you fucking getting from me cuz I been waiting outside 20 minutes.” Then he grabbed his shit and left.
Laundromat Guy didn’t even realize what had happened until MadBro was out the door. “That guy only gave me five dollars. He owed me twelve. Makes no sense!”
And I, your always cool, calm and collected narrator (cough) said, “I guess some people are just mad all the time.”
(I paid my bill in full and tipped the amount appropriate for people who wash my nasty clothes and then fold it all nice and neat.)
THE END
KEN WHEATON 