by Steve.
Bloody machine! Don't you just hate that?
The very day your wife needs her favourite dress washed, your frigging washing machine breaks down and you have to go to the local laundromat.
Dee & I were heading out to a cocktail party for my work when our machine decided to chuck it in and spew water all over the laundry floor. Dammit! I grabbed my keys after cleaning up the mess and jumped into the car with Dee.
The local mall had a laundromat and we raced in. There were several other people in there, most of them reading books or magazines as they waited for their clothing to be finished. We were both frantically getting things sorted out with the machine. When we finally got it all going after putting our coins in, we noticed that the other people had left. Strange. We were all alone.
The only noise that could be heard was the rattle of the machine containing Dee's dress, and the faint hum of the traffic outside. Dee suddenly looked up at me with THAT glint in her eye.
"Uh-oh" I mumbled.