I was sitting at the laundromat. Mindlessly watching all 5 triple-size washers spin while sipping the cup of coffee my husband brought me after I sent him to find an ATM. He found one in the mini-mart/bakery/dairy side of the building. Along with a few other things. I noticed he was brushing sugar crystals from his lips as he handed me coffee and cash. Hmm…donut? No doubt these laundry/quick food markets are lucrative businesses.
I watched my fellow laundry-doers. With one exception, every single person was drawn through the doors and into the "food side." And, each one came back with a cookie, hot dog, candy, or something along that line. I'm betting they weren't even hungry.
Laundromat meets QD. Yep. This has to be the master plan of some evil dude trying to make tons of money and take over the world. Think about it. We spend lots more money than we intend to when boredom sets in waiting for laundry to get done. It's that other/dark side of the store. The side that draws you in offers primarily sugar laden, highly processed food. Food that we want to eat more and more of. Then, we back on extra body fat. And more fat. Then, we reach a point where all we want to do is laundry and go to QD. Yep. It's an evil master plan...
Monday, December 30, 2013
Sunday, December 15, 2013
This hasn't been filled with "oh, so wonderful" stuff occurring. More like, "Oh, no! You've got to be kidding me!" (For a little perspective, my house was invaded 3 weeks ago by worker dudes who ripped out and are now reconstructing my only full bathroom. Good thing the gym has a shower!)
It started with my husband's car. The 2002 VW Passat with 255,000 was great for my hubs, but we had to declare it D.O.A. after last week's tow episode. Then car rentals while car shopping. Yuck. Suffice to say, I detest car shopping.
Then, when I pushed the button, the electric garage door opener wouldn't do anything but whine. Me, too. I had to disconnect electric part and MANUALLY open and close the garage door. Normally you'd expect a wellness coach to be all for the extra footsteps and reaching up and down to open and close that big door. Somehow, I just couldn't quite muster the enthusiastic motivation when it was 10 degrees out, and didn't feel that great. Not that I was complaining. After all, I burned all those extra calories, right?
They say the third thing's the charm. Hardly. The washing machine quit. The lid was locked in place and no button I pushed would do anything. Great. Suffice to say, the appliance repair dude ordered 2 parts. I wonder if the fix will be cheaper than a new washer?
In the meantime, I hit the laundromat this afternoon. The closest one happens to be part of a Quality Dairy. People around here know QD for donuts, ice cream and cookies. Some of the people I work with call QD their nemesis.
to be continued...