Nope.  I’m NOT going to knock the online dating/matchmaking world.  Even Dr. Phil endorses those sites (she says with a sarcastic edge, as if Dr. Phil is so obviously the leader of the free world) I couldn’t comment because I’ve never been to one.  And some of my friends found true love online.  But what about finding love in the real world????

If you read my blog, I’ve been sniveling about my washing machine woes.  The appliance-fixer-dude was in here the other day & said it would cost close to $500 to fix.  Didn’t make sense since I could buy a brand new one for $699 (Best Sale Ever)…  Anyhow, I purchased one last week and they installed the new one yesterday… (YAHOO BEING ABLE TO WASH CLOTHING SANS SKANKY LAUNDROMATS!)  ANYHOW, on my last visit (albeit brief since my dryer works fine & the wash cycles are a mere 25 minutes), I observed the kind of souls who hang out in these laundry establishments.  You may have read about them in an earlier blog.  The whole thing got me thinking about some article I once read about the places a person should hang at if you’re single.  Well.  I’m no matchmaker, but I’ve come to the following conclusions:

• If your last name is Granola, hang out at the Health Food store.  Hint:  Don’t stand in front of the “control your PMS” herbal remedies.
• If you can’t keep your feet in one place, seat yourself in a travel agent’s lounging chair.  Be sure your lap is piled with pamphlets touting risque, hedonistic singles spots.
• If you’re not at all sure what type you’re looking for, head to Starbucks.  You can tell a lot by what people order.  Would you rather go out with a “Tall bold - no room” kind of guy/girl?  Or a “Grande Triple Sweet HazelNUT extra WHIP” sort of soul?
• And, of course, if you want the freaky guy who’s on his cell phone (but only dialing & pacing, not talking), or the rebel who takes a twisted pleasure in sitting on the laundry tables as the employee is following him around, or the woman who’s been detoxified (physically, mentally, and spiritually) and needs to air HER DIRTY laundry to anyone in the building, DEFINITELY go there…

Oh.  And a non-dating anecdote:

I asked my son to put the baskets full of dirty laundry (there were two heaping ones) into the trunk of my car.  Five minutes later, I walked by the doorway and noted that the baskets were there… the laundry had disappeared.  Oh yes.  My Sam had missed the concept of taking the laundry WITH the laundry baskets & had dumped every single sock, t-shirt, t-towel, etc. etc. directly into the trunk of the car…

BUT AU REVOIR LAUNDROMAT…

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