"Do not make permanent decisions on the basis of temporary emotions."
Well, I think it's clear that Felicia left the laundromat while her clothes were drying and had not returned when they finished. So blondie took it upon herself to remove Felicia's clothes from the dryer, transferring her own laundry into said dryer. I think that Felicia's thoughts in response to blondie's bitchiness include, "What a f*ing c**t."
What does Felicia pick up? A sock? This is the key. For Felicia must be ready to leave because she would not have put the Cheetos in unless she was one foot out the door. Therefore, the complaint against her is that she is hogging the folding table and most likely monopolized the dryers, causing "blondie" to fold on a garbage can and to stay for a longer period of time-- for no one wants to be doing laundry and no one wants to do it at a laundromat. They both want to leave, but Felicia is keeping blondie from doing so. Now Felicia, she feels like a seven-year-old who believes he got away with snooping for Christmas presents before Christmas. You think you are doing something that will please you; however, on Christmas day, you feel regret because there is no surprise. The same, unfortunately, applies for Cheetos. When you eat them, you desire them like no other food. It's a compulsion. Yet, afterward, you know that the empty carbs and calories will be the death of you. The man at the table implies the same wasteful metaphor for why would a blind man play chess? Is the man even alive?
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Well, I think it's clear that Felicia left the laundromat while her clothes were drying and had not returned when they finished. So blondie took it upon herself to remove Felicia's clothes from the dryer, transferring her own laundry into said dryer. I think that Felicia's thoughts in response to blondie's bitchiness include, "What a f*ing c**t."
What does Felicia pick up? A sock? This is the key. For Felicia must be ready to leave because she would not have put the Cheetos in unless she was one foot out the door.
Therefore, the complaint against her is that she is hogging the folding table and most likely monopolized the dryers, causing "blondie" to fold on a garbage can and to stay for a longer period of time-- for no one wants to be doing laundry and no one wants to do it at a laundromat. They both want to leave, but Felicia is keeping blondie from doing so.
Now Felicia, she feels like a seven-year-old who believes he got away with snooping for Christmas presents before Christmas. You think you are doing something that will please you; however, on Christmas day, you feel regret because there is no surprise.
The same, unfortunately, applies for Cheetos. When you eat them, you desire them like no other food. It's a compulsion. Yet, afterward, you know that the empty carbs and calories will be the death of you. The man at the table implies the same wasteful metaphor for why would a blind man play chess? Is the man even alive?
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