It was laundry day (posted 1/24/06)

yeppers it was the first of the month and time to do my laundry so I arose early that morning, got a fire going in the stove, put on a large kettle of water and got the 20 gallon can out of the shed, put it in the bed of the pickup. Took off my jeans, overshirt and longjohns and put on my bib overalls. By that time the water on the stove was hot so I poured it into the can in the truck, tossed in the laundry and borax, put a lid on the can and drove off from my crib in Lone Wolf headed into town (Patagonia). 22 miles of washed out gravel road, suds overflowing. A little after 11 I pulled into town and parked in front of Hymie's Bar and Deli. I pulled my Stetson down low over my eyes and walked in. It was dark. I ordered a sassparilla (on ice) and looked down the bar only to see Gustav at the other end, one foot on the floor and the other stuck in the spitoon. He took a Colt 44 fron his belt and slammed it against his face knocking out a gold tooth which he laid on the bar as he yelled "barkeep, gimmie 3 fingers of redeye and keep'm coming until I used up all the gold in this here tooth." Just past the end of the bar where Gus was drinking sat Little'K, black lace stockings and a frilly can-can skirt. She was at a table sipping a black russian. She had very average boobs bound up in some sort of corset with ribbon. A fair amount of cleavage. Gus slowly turned in my direction saying "I know you stranger?" I said "well yeah, Gus, I'm the Dys and it's laundry day." Gus slugged down the red-eye and spit towards the spitoon, hitting his boot. Turned back to me and said "there ain't room enough for the both of us in this life-cycle so I suggest you get out of dodge while the getting is good." "this ain't dodge Gus" I says back and he spits again this time hitting his other boot. Meanwhile Little'K crosses her legs. Along about then in comes JLNobody looking for a lowfat cornbeef on rye but settles for a La Choy chop suey. He takes a gander at the Dys then towards Gustav, a long glance at Little'k's average cleavage and starts backing out slowly. By then I had finished my sassparilla, walked out to my truck, poured off the soapy water and added the rinse water for the trip back home. Popped open a can of beans and tore open a bag of marshmallows for dinner knowing that laundry **** was done for another month.