Well, Jim Beam, it’s a sunny, sunny day out and you’re stuck inside doing the laundry. You think of all the silly things you could be going outside and getting into, and every one of them seems even more thrilling than the last. You’re a real jack-in-the-box, Jimmy. So your mind is racing with the possibilities and the fun that you aren’t having.
Ding, goes the timer.
You hobble down to the laundromat with that second load of burden, turn the handle to the door of the laundromat and, lo and behold, if the place isn’t locked right up!
Opportunity knocks! You’re alive again! You have time to kill, you can go outdoors and —
You can no longer think of all those things you wanted to do. Now you’re just bored, plain and simple. What a weird, little world.
Sequel:
Moments later, still at the locked door with your barrel of dark clothes and forgotten dreams, the laundromat guy runs up to the door, offering you an apology can of Orange Crush. “Sorry guy, I was fixin’ that machine o’er there, ‘n I got hungry. Some gangster kids were standin’ outside the door, and I wasn’t willin’ to have any parts stolen today. Had to shut’er down for a few while I ran to Mario’s for a slice. Nice day out, eh?”
