New Additions to my "To Kill" List

Though I do have a bit of a socialist bent to me, I am completely baffled when it comes to small businesses and how they sometimes seem to make an effort to not have any extra business than what they're used to.

I used to think this could only be said of most comic book stores, but now I have to add laundromat owners to the list.

Last night was pretty pathetic. From 8:05 to quarter of nine, I walked down Dorchester Street with two blankets too large for my apartment's washing machine, which I've used ever since moving there in 2002. Wanting to get this over with so badly, I walked down several blocks up and down and ended up learning that all laundromats in South Boston have owners who abide by the same curfews their mothers gave them when they were twelve.

Granted I should have gotten home earlier than 10 of eight, but you'd think that if you came in at 10 past eight, only 10 minutes after the last wash time, that they'd give you a break. Nope.

Or, you might think that it was just because I went on a Sunday. Nope. Last wash is eight o'clock everywhere, apparently.

It's baffling to me that since most of the laundromats are five minutes apart from each other, they might implement some sort of strategy to get ahead of the competition, like, um.....a later closing time. Especially since I happened to go out on a separate errand around quarter to ten and saw three of the inbred owners who said no to me still talking in a fully lighted establishment.

(I know, it's probably wrong to call 'em inbred, but such logic in practice suggests that their genes were more, er, shared between their parents than the average offspring.)

I dunno. My temper can't cope with the idea that half a dozen laudromat owners have gone "Nooooo. Nine o'clock in a city populated with young people? Why, no one has been open past nine o'clock in the history of the worrrrld!"

I mean, Brookline still has one open till ten and one open 24 hours. And that town's populated by people who pay others to do their laundry in another freakin' state!

Okay. This anger will end once I get home and finally get it done and re-realize that I spent too much time at the library yesterday and can't bitch too much.