I washed my clothes with a friend at a place in Santa Cruz called Ultramat. Halfway through, a woman came in and put her clothes in the washing machine next to mine. She was kind of frumpy, with frizzy hair and baggy pants. In short, I found her irresistable. (What I told my friend was that I wanted to pull those pants off her.)
As we were leaving, I noticed that she had disappeared and that her clothes were still spinning in a dryer. On an impulse, I ran to the car, torn off part of a paper bag, and scribbled a note on it. The note read:
I just wanted to tell you that I think you’re beautiful and that I like your pants.
I signed the note, “The Guy With Round Glasses,” and I added a p.s.: “P.S. Goodbye forever!”
I left the note spinning in her dryer.
This was nine years ago.
A man signs a shovel and so he digs.
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