Laundering Money

Today has already begun to be an odd day. Well, more like excellent... kind of. I'm not really sure how to describe it.

I woke up today around 9:10 am to the sound of the street cleaning truck outside my apartment. I had parked my car right across the street, and hadn't really taken notice as to what day the street cleaning took place for that part of the street. I looked outside and saw that the street cleaning truck had just gone around my car... being one of the few cars left on the street. I freaked out for a second, but saw that there wasn't a ticket on the windshield. I thought... well, if they didn't give me a ticket by now, I'm sure I'll be fine (I'm not allowed to park there from 8am - 11am on Fridays). But then again, there's still a whole two hours for them to come by. Damn it.

So I get dressed, go outside, and move my car a few blocks away.

I walked back up Glenrock a fw minutes later, and there I see him: the parking enforcement guy -- dishing out his $44 or so tickets.

Thank God I moved my car. I would have been so angry with myself.


Usually, I would have gone back to sleep after moving my car (I've had to wake up at 8am to do it before), but I was too awake at that point, and didn't want to risk waking up later and losing a good part of my day. Especially since I'm going out with Chris to lunch today.

So I decided to do my laundry.

I gathered all my clothes together, grab my detergent and my keys, and head down to the garage level to the laundry room. I stepped inside, put my things on the table, turned on the lights, and looked at the machine -- only to realize that I didn't have any money. I hadn't even thought about it. I'm not used to gathering quarters as though they were as valuable as gold. And since I knew I didn't have enough quarters back in my room, I just gathered up all my things and came back up. It was kind of sad. I really really needed to do laundry. *sigh*

I can't wait for lunch. We're going for breakfast. At lunchtime. Haha. I love it.