CURRY QUEEN

Sorry for not posting the Sunday Funny!

Yesterday was a lazy day for me and I took full advantage of it. Nothing says relaxing like Pj's, movies, and games. I even played Guitar Hero sitting down at one point, but that didn't last. I went straight to the computer to play a video game and search for useless information that may at one point be significant. For all we know, Zombies could evolve and they would keep us captive if we didn't know how to answer trivial questions about useless information.

The above information was provided to you by your local detergent distributor.

Now, back to reality.

I didn't think Indian's lived in my neighborhood. No, not Native American Indians but Indian's from India. -Laughter- For some reason, that line made laugh. Who know, maybe delirium is kicking in. Anywhoots, as I was saying, I have no problem with Indians at all. I love their food and the taste/smell of curry until today...

This lady walked into the laundromat with a heavy smell of curry and dirty socks following behind. I never open the door in the front during the Winter but my dear god, I had to this time. I think the lady picked up on my action because she turned around and gave me a mixed look of "death" and "are you hinting at something bitch?" After that look, I put my head down and scratched it. She came up to me at the counter and asked me for change. I asked her "change for what?" and she replied "for the machines". -Ponders- Last time I checked, someone had to GIVE me money so I can give them change... This is all how it went down:

Curry Queen (CQ): I need change.
Me: I need money.
CQ: I need change for the washers.
Me: I need money to give you change.
CQ: OH! Okay.
-waits with a smile-
Me: You know, if you give me a 20, I can give you a 10 and 2 fives...
CQ: One minute (with an Indian accent).

She rummages through her bag and pulls out a twenty. I give her the change. She comes back asking me to break the ten into two fives and breaking the fives into singles. I just gave her ten singles from the ten instead of going down the pyramid of money breaking. What came to mind? Nothing. Her heavy odor killed my brain cells. I should start a campaign "Save Little Laundry Girls Brain Cells".

One thing I did NOT like is that she continued to bang on my washers. I asked her to stop doing that many times and she refused. After the sixth or seventh bang, I walk back up to her and asked her if she had complications and she said "yes". I asked her what they were and she said "machine no work! Eat my quarters!" I tried my best not to laugh because I pictured my washer with a mouth and sharp teeth trying to chomp away her arm. I told her "Machines don't eat quarters. They accept them. Here, let me show you how. Be one with the machine and be nice to it, it will be nice back at you." I think the lady thought I was crazy because she gave me another look of disapproval. She can take her look and shove it up her ass!

My co-worker heard me and she said "Laundry girl, you need to be more nice to customers" and I told him "I will be nice to them when they grow a couple of brain cells OR when hell freezes over and I am put as the leader." She told me to take a nap. I didn't take a nap but I did point out to the Curry Queen that she put waaay too much soap in her washer. Though, with her odor, she may need it...

Speaking of my co-worker, she told me that she noticed my mood changes during the week. She came up with this theory:
-On Monday, I am hyper and giddy but on Tuesday I am just happy.
-Wednesday, I am okay but sarcasm kicks in even more so than Monday and Tuesday.
-Thursday and Friday, I seem tired and the smile is wiped away.
-Saturday, I am angry.

I bought her a Snapple because it was a good observation! Who would have thought?? I could say that her observation is 80% correct.