All this, so I can sit in some strange guy's car. I shudder, recalling the promise to myself, after the last cab ride. The driver had looked like a Hippie from the sixties and smelled like that was the last time he'd bathed. He was really wield and kept staring at me and telling me I smelled really good. Well, it can't be avoided, so I call and order a taxi, hoping I don't get the same guy.
Tonight is laundry night, there is absolutely nothing to wear.
I find a pair of black pants and put them on, swearing when I see the hanger creases. I spray them with water and smooth them out. Now, I'm peeved off and soaking wet. Once again, I struggle into my coat and kick aside the shoes that caused all the trouble in the first place. I choose instead, a pair with rubber-back soles.