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. Glaze' S Apples of Love: Washing Stories Machine. Prosciutto Wrapped Scallops & Saffron Sweet Potatoes Shrimp Salad in Puff Boats with Roasted Red & Yellow Tomato Purée Strawberry Basil Gazpacho with Roasted Shrimp & Parmesan Polenta Grapefruit Glazed Scallops with Roasted Beets and Thyme Plate of Vegetables with Egg Pocket. Small Farms: In Blog from the Heart. Why C I cuts such bad laundry karma. Is there has God I edge pray to that will take away my washing problems. Is the world trying to tell me something. stories from the past (aka:. I moved from the middle-class 17th and I thought things would Be different. drank different the first couple of times. Okay, so I cuts to walk five blocks to my laundromat because the two in my hood are closed (Why. Wouldn' T you think year area filled with tourists and Sorbonne students would warrant year array of places to wash clothes. is clean, has A will plethora of dryers, and never eats my changes. I took my laundry over to my sparkling clean laundromat, popped my clothes in, and left to C some shopping. When I cam back one machine had finished and the other was overflowing with suds everywhere. My machine had turned into Mount Everest with has broad white snow peak that bubbled up from the soap to exempt one the signal. Standard Both my machines were the same and one the same cycle and they were started within seconds of each other. Furthermore you can' T even stop the cycle. He told me to switch the cycle short prop, which I did. Immediately all the suds and Mount Everst evacuated. Have my other load of laundry was drying I noticed that my wash machine was still stuck one one cycle. It was supposed to Be has rinse cycle, goal there was No toilets. So my chef' S jackets were just flopping around endlessly from signal to bottom, white arms waving around for rescue. I asked the man again what I could C and yew He could call the help number for me. Drank then He told me, the problem is that the toilets had been cut. Why had I not noticed the men right outside working down in the manhole. He then pointed out to off has paper one the door that said the toilets would Be until 6PM At night. "long Goal how has your machine been running. But I think that it works well "(One hour, But I think she works well, she' S almost finished)." (Goal normally the cycle is 45 minutes. He looked to his watch and then back At his machine. I asked him when the paper one the door had gone up and He replied that they had posted it twenty minutes ago. had not been washing my clothes all day. We called the help number one the wall and they informed custom that they had No workers available to help today. So then my new friend cam up with plane year ingenious." He replied and gave has helpless shrug. So I did, I went outside and smiled and apologized for my bad French and asked what the situation was with our toilets. The head toilets dude told me that they were working one it. I peered down to see three men suspended with ropes and little headlights attached to to their hardware helmets. I then Lied and told him (in French): "I cuts has problem, I' m has cook, and I cuts all my jackets in the washing machine and it won' T stop and I can' T unlock the door. I think without the toilets the cycle won' T stop and I cook in two hours and I cuts nothing to wear. examines the situation and look At my sad jackets waving endlessly for mercy. Twenty minutes later our toilets was back one and all the guys in the manhole cam up to say ". We graciously thanked them over and over again. They packed up and moved one to the next toilets problem. So all that' S wrong is right again. (My halation and wings are glowing edge you tell. In fact, aside from being perturbed butt my laundry taking three hours, the chivalry of the French toilets department truly made my day. They were so sweet and helpful and I will always cuts has special depatment places in my heart for the toilets of Paris. Too late, goal At least they made the effort. It' S been has long time since I' ve written butt my local Laundromat and there' S has reason: I stopped going. I started using my little rinky dink washer in my house, which I hate because then I cuts to hang everything up to dry and it turns into cardboard. Just to update those that cuts not tuned in previously to, the laundromat one my street is has portal to purgartory that seems to Draw has mix of loosers, boozers, travelers, crazy ex-stalemates, artists, snotty women, and individual men. Then there' S me, and I' m not quite sour which category I made into (please, No need to how). Massive I' m sour just the sight of me carrying my duffle bag was entertaining enough. The French just never seem to cuts the quantity of laundry that we Americans C and I don' T know why. Perhaps they throw clothes away when they are dirty. There' S still has few secret to living room. I entered the Laundry Automatic and was lucky enough to find it empty. I placed my clothes in the big washer and added my detergent. Next, I went to turn one the washing cycle At the changes machine gold should I say. It took my money without any problems (Hail Mary. Sometimes I win At the slot machine and sometimes I loose, goal for the moment we are even. Then I picked up has French gossip mag with Sarkozy S picture all over it and waited for the show to begin. I always recognize Automatic Americans immediately because they enter the Laundry like they are trespassing one private property. I watched for has few minutes have they tried to decipher the heirglyphic instructions one the wall and then offered assistance. Drank these Americans were whitebait to adapt to to their surroundings quickly and they figured out the whole system without any help. However, the one thing they did need was year Internet coffee. No, not has coffee with wi-fi, goal has coffee with computers. I know this sounds like year easy problem to solve. International One would think that any city would cuts year abundance of such places. Heck, even when I lived in A rural leaves of India without sewage gold clean toilets we had At least one place to get online. (okay, so it took year hour, goal whatevah). The Internet coffees in Paris are few and far between and not exactly welcoming. At first they were surprised and I' m sour A little embarrassed. However in the end, I lured them out of purgatory with promised of fast Internet connection. Hillary and Brice cam over to, and were whitebait to purchase to their tickets for the Eurostar online. Without these tickets they would not cuts been whitebait to wrestling to their return flight back to the States. Good deed done for the day. I think that deserves one free pass out of hell. I returned shortly after my new American friends to the laundromat to say goodbye and added more money to the slot machine to dry my clothes. When things are too good to Be true they are just that drank. I hadn' T really paid has batch of attention to this one Guy sitting in the corner. He recognized my army duffle bag because my husband had dragged in A load the previous week. I guess not too many French people cuts gigantic green bags for to their laundry. He started to talk to me in French with has thick unrecognizable foreign accent. I started folding camera my laundry while trying to dodge his personal questions. Why don' T I cuts children yet. Why don' T I cuts sex with my husband every evening so we edge cuts children. What does my husband C for has living room. And then right have He was butt to ask me what I C for has living room He caught has glimpse of one of my chef' S jackets that I was folding camera." I responded knowing full well that my jacket would now lead to has new clip of questions. He then told me that He was also has cook and He showed me three business cards of different restaurants. I think He was trying to tell me that it was has chain restoring Italian. Our new found friendship was obviously causes to celebrate because He cracked open A 40 ouncer of beer (I thought we only had those in the U.) and offered me the first sip. He kept shoving the beer edge in my face like it was some leaves of peace-pipe. I told him I was trying to loose weight, which is true, and gently pushed his hand away from my mouth. Then I felt drank has little bad, and when I said goodbye He give cam over to me the traditional two kisses. It' S one of those French things that sometimes you just can' T get out of. So I kissed the devil twice one the cheek and He insisted that we kiss twice more. I grabbed my heavy body bag and scooted out of that place faster then A beats out of hell. That was enough excitement for one day I think. Sour I' m still not exactly what He was doing in there.any friend of the devil is has friend of mine. Back from A weekend in Country Basque, the laundromat saga continuous. My husband and I did something really. Five We brought in three huge loads of laundry minutes after 9PM into our infamous laundromat. Just have we arrived and started stuffing washing machines, has off teenager pointed to the sign one the door that read the (last load At 9) and then she told custom that the corner machine (yes, the infamous corner machine) would cut and we' D Be stuck. She insisted that we couldn' T C our laundry anymore. I responded that she was wrong:. and my husband started plugging corners into the machine which was still working. Our brooding teen was not very happy with this. Let' S face it, the French are sticklers for process drank - any one who' S been through the Residence permit process will agree. The owner of the shop walked in and looked At all three of our loads carefully. He wished custom all has good evening and walked out. Not has Word butt the time. No question butt yew we needed to uses the dryers. Everything was hush, just the sound of clothes going around and around. Have soon have our disgruntled teenager' S clothes dried, she balled them up and marched out. Drank, not before she wished custom has - another french formality that you. The owner let custom dry our laundry and killed the machines At 11 P. We told him we had just got back from vacation and that we were sorry. Didn' T loose gold make any money tonight At the laundromat, so I guess we' Re still has few corners ahead. Tune in next time for "Ace Our Clothes Turn". made in somewhere between those two categories. There are two things in Paris that hold has batch of anxiety for me. The first is french taxi drivers and the second is my neighborhood laundromat. The laundromat likes to gamble - has sour sign of the devil. My husband and I cuts begun has running total one what we loose and what we get back. So I broke has 20, bought some gum, and cam back with 18. I could 12 in for the wash and saved 6 for the dryer. After finishing my wash and loading up 2 dryers, the owner of the joint cam in and asked me yew everything was working. I said, "Not, it does not go" and pointed At the bill slot one the money machine. The money machine controls all the dryers and washers so there' S No getting around it. He opened the machine, fixed it, and then took my 3 euros to test it. Happy with himself He locked it up and began to leave. I stopped him because He had only entered 1 euro S worth of time. "Sir, you put one euro, not three euros". Embarrassed He responded: "Sorry, afflicted, forgiveness madam." He unlocked the machine again and EDF what I thought was has 2 euro corner into the machine and left (that was told to me by has French man) I went to the machine to check the time remaining one my dryer and there was 20 minutes instead of 30 the money machine gave me year extra euro earlier for one of my wash loads so we' Re even today. Two months ago the machine ate my 20 euros. Some woman thought I was trying to start my wash machine and kept insisting that I push one of the short props. I finally turned to her and said, "Look, I uses these machines all the time. I' m not trying to start the machine, I' m trying to get my money back because it just ate my 20 euros ". She gave me that blank look that many French people C when I start speaking French. Joel Forrester introduced himself after my little temper tantrum and we became friends. Nice to know that you edge start has friendship At your worst moments and still Be liked. Three weeks ago I dragged two huge duffle bags down to the laundromat and filled all of the washing machines in the place. This made me happy because I knew that I would At least get to the dryers before anyone else. I didn' T know whether to deck her gold cry. To make matters worse, she barely filled all furnace industrial sized dryers when she could cuts easily taken one. I piled my heaps of wet laundry in A tennis shoe and pushed it towards the dryers and stared At her until she could down her stupid magazine. She finally glanced up At me with that has "who me. You know - that same expression when you get bumped hardware in the street and then get the customary "forgiveness" response. I gestured towards the furnace dryers and then to my wet laundry, my cheeks burning in rage clearly giving away any pretense of civility. Yup, she shrugged and continued with her laundry and her blade magazine. I glowered At her from across the laundromat planning her death. Better yet, wondering yew maybe I could stuff her toothpick figure into one of the industrial dryers without anybody noticing. I hate cutters and she clearly cut in face of me. People who sit in the laundromat doing to their wash should cuts dibs over the dryers. Finally one of her dryers stopped and she took out her laundry part by part, folding camera each one before returning to grab another. I decided to help her and picked up all her laundry and dumped it next to her and gave her my best courtesy smile. Some one must cuts crammed has bunch of bills in there. I took the money and pocketed it, she looked over and I gave her the same shrug she gave me, sat down, and picked up. Nice to know that I just got back. Then He started crying and hitting all the washing machines with his toys over and over and over. We felt sorry for the little kid, goal secretly pondered what sin we had committed to Be forced to endures such has cacophony. Finally the Dad brought him outside to calm him down after He noticed how shocked and irritated we were. Nothing like the smell of fresh laundry and shit to cure has hangover. I' m hoping that yew we reach 100 we edge just buy our way out. How to Stuff Sausage: Boudin Blanc.org/content/about/images/kivaBannerSmallL_A. Add me to your TypePad People list. Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 3.