Only In My L.A.

I just passed the laundry room in my apartment building and saw my tall, blonde neighbor doing her laundry.  Which is nothing out of the ordinary and which I certainly wouldn’t report to you here … except for the fact she had on roller skates.  While doing her folding and separating and lint removing and quarter adding.  Wow.  Wow.

I mean, I guess you could see that anywhere else in the country… right?    Surely there are tons of apartment complexes in America with their own Chrissy from Three’s Company doing something absolutely ABSURD… yeah?  Oh, no, no?  (Sorry, ever since I saw the  Crazy McCain Campaign lady , I add that to everything I say now.)

I thought you wanted Mexican for dinner.  Oh, no?  No?

I thought life would get easier as I got older and wiser.  Oh no?  Negativo?

I thought he loved me.  Oh, no?  No?

That was a random example btw, that last one.  I didn’t just get dumped at all.  Why would you even say that?

Anyway, wonder what’s next on my neighb’s list of chores.  Some grocery shopping while skateboarding maybe?  A little roller blade dry cleaning pickup perhaps?  Who knows.  The world’s her oyster at this point.