Launderette Relationships
A friend and I were at the laundromat. For those who grew up privileged enough to know what that “ain’t” in layman’s terms it’s an ethnic mishmash of people and bad ass kids packed into a place with wall to wall washer/dryers, that never disappoints to guarantee you a cheap laugh, while washing, drying and folding your clothes. Besides the fact we saw what was about to be a fist fight, over one of the double washers, between a very large white hoodrat and a boney boricua (funny $hit), the topic of relationships came up,
HIGH SCHOOL CRUSH
“Remember when you once believed your high school crush would be the highlight of your life. You believed you’d never meet anybody wittier or more drop dead gorgeous. Then years later someone reminds you how in love with them you were and you drop to your knees, thank GOD and kiss the earth that your not the one putting money on his books at the prison or fighting mistresses at the 7-Eleven”
—True Story: THANK YOU GOD! I WAS A STUPID KID THAT DIDN’T UNDERSTAND YOU WERE TRYING TO SAVE ME FROM MYSELF. I owe you one”
