Monday Morning

Yesterday I accidently broke into the local laundromat...

I woke up very early Monday morning and, realizing that I was not going back to sleep, I decided to get up and start my day. I drop my clothes off at the laundromat and they wash them for me (this is my treat to myself and gives me more time for enjoying life).

6:05am - I arrive at my laundromat (they open at 6am). There was a car in the parking lot and the lights were on. When I tried the side door (I walk to the laundromat up a side road, so I always use the side door) it was open, so I walked in. I placed my basket on the table and quickly realized I was the only person around...

6:06am - The alarm goes off... The alarm rang for about 5 minutes. After it stopped, the display on the alarm control box started flashing "Police Alarm"... I decided I should hang around for the staff or the police...

6:25am - A man arrives to dry his clothes, but finds the front door locked. I try to explain (through the closed door) that I don't work there and that I set off the alarm when I walked through the open side door, but all he heard was "the side door is open". So he happily comes through the side door and starts drying his clothes. I explain the situation, at which point he says "I'll be back in a minute. I'm just taking my wife to work." When I remarked that I would surely still be there on his return, he said "Oh, I'll leave my basket then!"

6:35am - The man returns. Shortly afterwards, the phone rings... I answer, thinking it may be the alarm company, the police, or the owners. Instead, it's someone looking for "Destiny"...

6:40am - Another man arrives at the front door. I tell him to use the side door, which he does. He keeps looking at me suspiciously, but still begins his laundry...

6:45am - A woman who works at the laundromat finally arrives. She walks through the open side door and stares at the three of us... So I explain... After explaining everything to her satisfaction, the second man remarks that he had been coming to the laundromat for years, and had never seen a guy work there. He thought I might have knocked out the girl behind the counter and was planning to wack him next... Yet he still came in and started his laundry...

Hopefully this makes up for the disappointment of the "Baby-feet" explanation...