66 - At the laundromat.
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There's this tiny laundromat place across from
town hall, and I'm in there the other day to wash
my stuff. It's me in there, and the owner who also
brings oatmeal raisin cookies which are my
favorite, and this centaur and her kid are in
there too. Centaurs don't go through near as much
laundry as you'd think, as they rarely put clothes
on their horse parts. So it's mainly just shirts
and bras and stuff like that, and also
hats. Centaurs almost always wear hats. Wool and
cotton caps, mostly. Or acrylic.
I'm listening to my radio while I wait for my
laundry machine, and it just so happens that I'm
listening to a centaur station. There's a bunch of
them on AM. Their favorite kind of programs are
these sort of organized shouting matches. It's
basically two centaurs taking turns hurling
insults and cussing at each other. And every few
minutes there's a bell and they take a break, and
some commentator kind of reviews and scores it
like a round of boxing. I used to think these
shows were pretty wacky stuff, but it's actually
sort of entertaining, once you get used to all the
filthy language. But that's just how most centaurs
connect and interact, seems to me. Even the mom
and her kid here at the laundromat are going at
it. I'm pretty used to it, by now.
