Friday, September 08, 2000

Thrills in the basement

If ever you need a thrill, there's an emotional roller coaster in my laundry room.

Happiness is finding 50 dollars tucked into the pocket of a pair of blue jeans just before you pop them into the washing machine.

Disappointment is realizing that the blue jeans in question do not belong to you and, by inference, neither does the 50 dollars.

Confusion is further realizing that you have no idea to whom the aforementioned blue jeans belong or, for that matter, how they found their way to the floor of your closet, waiting to be laundered.

Contentment pretty much arrives when you have made your peace with the foregoing facts and added to them the supposition that, at some unknown point in the past, a person with a 28 inch waist joined you for activities undefined and departed, apparently so satisfied with the outcome of said activities that they were unconcerned to have left your home without both their trousers and 50 dollars.