Why do you always screw up Tyson?
I mentally chide myself as I close the washer door and place a coin in the slot for it to start washing. I put my empty backpack on the floor while I sit on the chairs to wait.
The laundromat is downtown, and coincidentally, across the block, I can see an ice cream shop opening.
Ice cream parlor that I was lucky enough to open yesterday.
There are a lot of people in the place, mainly because they give away free ice cream cones and I just watch from my chair while I hold a magazine from two years ago but amuse myself by looking at the pictures and pretending to read.
A woman a few chairs to the right does the same as me. She looked at me reproachfully when she saw me take out my sexy underwear sets. However, I stared at her until she stopped looking at
