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I have to say, I'm impressed. Once the rain died away I took my receipt over to the laundromat. I determined that it would make more sense to do it then, than to attempt laundry pickup after 3 or 4 drinks tonight. Ever see me drunk? Good, then you understand. Anyway-impressed.

I take my bag o' clothes home, assuming that it's all there, and assuming that it's clean...I have to say, my blue hoodie never looked that clean NEW and not only that, but my underwear was folded. I never fold my underwear and, yet, there it was, clean, bright, ready to be thrown into my unmentionables drawer. Of course, since I just mentioned them, that seems silly. We'll disregard. I don't even have drawers....but that's a story to be told another time.

Anyway, just the thought of touching someone else's underwear kind of makes me barf, so the fact that they do so, AND wash/dry/fold is pretty darn impressive. I'm glad it stopped raining. I can't tell you how tempted I was to bring my poncho with me and throw it over the bag as rain-cover. And by poncho, I mean a hefty bag with arm holes, a clear plastic hood, and an advertisement for the Broadway production of Chicago on it. And you thought you were cool? Psh.

Souls are not science....more on that later. It's a mere afterthought.