For quite a long time, I had in my possession, a card with three quarters taped on it.
Underneath the quarters, written in a shaky, sincere hand, were these words:
���We are sorry for your bad time at the Giant Wash.���
The Giant Wash was a laundromat; and one Saturday afternoon, long, long ago, a dryer at the Giant Wash ate three of my quarters.
I filled out a complaint form and a week later, the apology and the quarters arrived in the mail.
For a long time, I kept the card on my desk.
Whe...
Published on August 19, 2014 04:25