Incident at the laundromat this morning:
I did a humungo load of laundry this morning. The Laundromat Maintenance Man (LMM from here on out) swept the floors around me while I was reading. Then he mopped the floor around me. I thought nothing of it. Then he started cleaning the top of the washers and cleaning the front shiny window of them as well. Still, I'm oblivious. I'm reading! As I was folding, the last step of laundromat usage before you pack up and go, LMM says, "Have you ever seen Anne of Green Gables?" Hello! I'm a child of the late 80's/early 90's. Not only did I read every book, but I imagined it was me climbing the roof and dying my hair and sailing in the boat. I wanted to BE her. I tried to think like her. I braided my hair like her. So, "Yes, of course, I've seen the show."
"You look just like her!"
"Wow, thanks a lot!"
I am wearing my gym clothes. Not my comfy shorts, but the tight black pants. No shower, no makeup. And truth be told, probly a hundred pounds heavier than Anne.
That was that. Or so I thought. LMM continues to clean in my area. He looks over again and says, "You know, I used to have a huge crush on Anne of Green Gables".
What am I supposed to say? Me too? Good, because since you want to live out a childhood fantasy we can sneak into the bathroom and have a disgusting make out session? Or... Yeah, those are my boyfriend's socks... the grey ones with the griffin on them...
"Huh. I read all of the books, I loved them."
Ooooh akward.