c chance meeting in the ‘mat…turns a fantasy on…and may lead to something
You’re in your local Laundromat, bored and desperate for release. Doing laundry sucks, but it’s either get it done or buy a whole new wardrobe every week. Sadly, your salary does not come equipped with a built-in wardrobe fund. So, you are doing laundry.
The place is empty, not even the attendant is in evidence. You sink low into the uncomfortable plastic chair, arms folded across your chest, eyes on the ancient, cracked, colorless linoleum and listen to the quiet slushing of the washer. The place reeks of soap and antiseptic. There is no hope in sight.
You don’t even look up with the chime above the door signals the entrance of another customer. Why bother? It’s not like Hugh Jackman is going to walk in or anything. And even if he did, you are hardly sexy in your sweatpants and t-shirt.
“Excuse me?” a male voice says…
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