Wednesday, April 6, 2011

I walked one avenue to the ATM, withdrew $100, and walked back to the laundromat, and was relieved to see the glass on the door hadn't been cracked. 

I'd come in to pick up my laundry, which was about $13.  When I tried to use my debit card, the counter lady told me they had a $15 minimum for debit cards.  As it was early in the day, and my brother was scheduled to be in court sometime soon, I wasn't in the mood for this.  So, after taking a moment to silently register that she was serious, I strode out and swung open the door full-force until it hit whatever door-stop mechanism they had installed. 

The counter lady seemed unusually subdued when I got back.     
  

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