sookie (awaitress) wrote in musingslogs, @ 2010-11-08 17:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | memnoch, sookie |
Who: Abel & Cherrie
What: Meeting over laundry
Where: Laundromat
When: Monday Noon.
Warnings: confusion.
If there was one thing Cherrie missed about having a house, it was having her own washing machine. It meant she could go about doing other chores instead of waiting an hour for two loads of laundry to go through the wash and making sure no one else would take them. She thought of just leaving them there, but she'd actually seen people come in and take other people's clothes. She did not want to invest more time and money into rebuilding a wardrobe she found both comfortable and affordable.
She wished the little plastic chairs weren't so hard. She was currently attempting to read some sort of magazine someone had left behind. Usually someone left something behind. Either they'd forgotten it, or they were done. The quizzes had all been marked up, so she didn't bother trying to take those. They were usually stupid anyway.
This magazine, like all the rest, was repetitious. Fashion wasn't all that interesting, make-up tips were exactly the same as ones she'd read before, and then there was all the emphasis on sex, as if they were saying anything about it they hadn't in their last issues. Maybe they were, not that she'd know much about it personally.
Her legs were crossed on the seat of the chair, and she hunched over the booklet. It wasn't proper posture, but she was just trying to pass the time. The rhythmic sound of the machines was starting to lull her to sleep. She didn't want to fall asleep in this place either. At least it smelled like fabric softener and soap, but the floor was a little dingy and the light in the center flickered a bit. She was just happy she came during lunch time on Monday. Most people were out doing Monday things, leaving the place empty except for a few running machines that people asked her to watch while they went out.