Also lunch/dinner at Chevy's, and a collection of Solomon Kane stories at Barnes&Noble.
And gas, and the mail at the HoD, and all that good stuff.
I saw that the doors to the laundromat were open, so I packed up my stuff and headed over there, to find that the doors might be open, but the place was emphatically closed (maybe they don't like the way I look...). I tried to find out their normal hours in English. I probably should have tried my rather minimal pidgin Spanish, but asking about the hours got me directed to a laundromat further down 13th.
I rolled everything into the car, and headed down there.
It's a seedy little place at 13th and Empire called, quite originally, "13th & Empire Laundromat."
I just got back from several hours in that wonderful place. I need a shower.
While I was waiting for my clothes to dry, I noticed a puppy - I'm not sure what breed, but it was a cute golden thing - quietly hanging around me. I figured it was brought by one of the patrons, but over time I noticed that it just hung around me.
I had a definitely sinking feeling when it followed me to the car. I opened the passenger door to toss in my suitcase, and it happily leapt in and curled up on the driver's seat, then gave me a look that was pure torture.
I had to tug it out by the collar ("No!" and "Out!" had no effect), then sidle into the car sideways to keep it out, then close the door carefully to miss its nose. It walked back to the laundromat as I drove away.
It never barked or whined once.
Ouch. Just ouch. And I'm not even a dog person.