Saturday, November 27, 2010

From the Scary Asian Dry Cleaning Dude files, #1675 section B

Friday, November 26, 2010:
"I'm out of shiiiiirrrrts!" the husband exclaimed.
"There are none in the closet."
"I'll run to the Scary Asian Dry Cleaners and get your shirts."
"Have you seen your hair?"
I was willing to run to the Scary Asian Dry Cleaners after just emerging from the shower, that's how much I love him.
"Okay, don't panic, we still have time. I'll run this shirt through a rinse cycle with fabric softener, throw it in the dryer and iron it. No problem."
I was just that simple and off to work he went.
I dried my hair, slapped some make-up on my face and drove to my constant source of blogging fodder.
The Scary Asian Dry Cleaning Dude reminds me of a Vietnam prison guard in a Chuck Norris movie, that's where he got his nickname. He has a Vietnam prison guard in a Chuck Norris movie grin, it's unsettling. I didn't see him when I walked in, that meant he was lurking in the back of the store with those hot shirt presses. Shivers went up my spine. She was there. Always smiling. Our conversations are kept to a minimum.
"Hi." Sometime I say Hi and sometimes Hello, I try to mix it up a bit, this time I said Hi.
"Four more shirt?"
"Seven ah twenty. Have nice day."
"Thank you."
And that's it, week after week. I'm sure she has a larger English vocabulary, but I haven't delved into it. I don't want to be misunderstood, what with the Scary Asian Dry Cleaning Dude lurking in the back and all.
You can imagine my surprise when she asked if I had a nice Thanksgiving. I was dumb-struck. Holy Crap what do I say?
"It was good, how about yours?" Right then I realized, Asian - Thanksgiving, I don't think so, whoops.
She responded, "We ah went Casino."
See, yet another reason Ohio needs Casino's. We have to keep those senior citizens and their social security checks here. And we have to keep the dry cleaners from crossing state lines with there hard earned American dollah.


ReformingGeek said...

Yeah, I'm sure they weren't alone in that casino!

Wait. I'm sure they just went there to eat. ;-)

Leeuna said...

hahaaa. She is becoming quite chatty with you, Sue. You and she may become BFFs before long.
I wish I had gone to casino. I wouldn't be sitting here with my pants still unbuttoned. (I've been trying to get rid of all the leftovers by eating everything in sight) Especially the desserts.

Symdaddy said...

My God! I thought we were the only ones with one of those dry cleaners!

I always cross the road rather than walk past the shop. She would always run out and say things like "You twy ah Q puncha. Make you stwong, many chilren. You go see my sisah, she fix you good ho'stuff".

MikeWJ at Too Many Mornings said...

I think you and the laundress are well on your way to becoming fast friends. Perhaps next year, you can go to the casino with her--in a freshly laundered shirt, of course.

Suzanne said...

Carol - I know they weren't alone. My husband is in a similar business and the patrons get mad when they close on Christmas Day.

Leeuna - I know what you mean, I made way too much turkey.

Symdaddy - OMG!

Mike - This conversation has been going on for over 5 years. It's been a very slow process. I can't understand most of what she says and you should hear her on the phone.