Drying clothes and my quarters aren’t dropping like they should. But because I procrastinated, washing clothes, Sunday is the busiest time of week, at the laundry. This particular dryer is my least favorite, for the obvious reason. (Use the laundry long enough and you learn all kinds of good stuff.)
A gentleman tells me I need to practice slots. I laughed out loud. He bangs the dryer, tells me to turn my quarter over, dang thing worked.
He returns a short time later and tells me when he’s bored he likes to check the temperature of his dryer. He whips out a little portable device, shows me the temp. He checks my dryer, I’m hot. My dryer is on high heat.
Not everyone walks around with one of those doohickeys.
A friend tells me you should never trust a man who walks around a laundry WITHOUT a digital infrared laser thermometer. Makes perfect sense to me.
I have a theory. One only needs to overhear a few words, right? That’s what politicians say anyway.
Can’t make this stuff up.
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