Pick a Train

Pick a train, any train. Today is full of random trains of thought.

Train of Thought 1

I have a love/hate relationship with laundry day. I love having clean clothes. I love the warmth of the clothes when they come out of the dryer. And the smell of the detergent and dryer sheets. It makes me feel clean, and who doesn't like to feel clean?

But...I hate feeling like I gained ten pounds in one night. I'm serious. When you wash your jeans, do they not feel like you're about to bust the seams? It makes me feel bad about myself. But then I realize that while I have been eating enough donuts and chocolate for three people, I have not gained ten pounds in one night...it was just laundry day.

And before anybody thinks it, I'm gonna say it. Yes. I did do laundry on a Friday night. And you know what? I always do. Cause the laundry room on Friday nights is deserted. Usually anyway.

Last night there were a couple of guys from somewhere Spanish speaking. And they had no idea what they were doing. It was pretty hilarious. They kept asking me questions, but they didn't know very much English and I didn't know how to describe doing laundry in Spanish. But in the end I think they figured out what to do. And if not, at least they had fun taking pictures of themselves doing laundry to show to their friends.

Train of Thought 2

In my next life I hope I'm richer than Donald Trump. Not really because I want all the money and the huge houses and the boats and the buildings names after me and the TV shows and everything else, but because I want to have experiences like the one I had the other day at work.

I was running some errands and I had to run a personal errand for one of the designers. I had to go to a hair salon to drop something off. A bit of a strange request, but whatever. Before I left she was telling me what the building was going to be like. That I'd have to sign in when I got to the lobby. And that i had to go to the second floor. And that there would be people with clipboards there and that I should tell them I had a package for one of the stylists. And then she mentioned something about how it was like something out of Gossip Girl, but I didn't really believe her. Because I didn't believe places like that existed.

Oh. But they do. True to her words, I signed in with the lobby receptionist and went up to the second floor. Where I saw the most amazing thing. People sitting and waiting for their turn. With coffee in their hands. Not Starbucks cups. But real cups. Cups that had been served to them by the staff at the salon. Unreal. And sure even a clipboard girl came up and took the package for me.

If that's not enough to tell you how swanky of a place it was...when i got back to work the designer was telling me that a lot of people take their dogs to this place. Not just to have them by their sides. But to get their hair cut. And colored. She even mentioned that one of the stylists that is her friend refuses to do the dogs hair. Why? Who knows. I would sure love to groom a dog...

But anyway. That's why I want to be rich in my next life. I want to be able to see all of this ridiculous stuff. The dogs getting their hair cut at an uber fancy salon. And coffee being served to me everywhere. Cause let's face it. I may not like coffee in this life. But if I'm incredibly rich in my next life, I will love it.

Train of Thought 3

New York smells bad. I'm not talking haven't taken a shower for two days bad. I'm talking forgot to take the trash out for a month bad. It's unreal. And the funny thing is that it depends on where you are in New York. Some places smell far worse than others. It also depends on the time of day. And the way the wind is blowing. And if you haven't taken a shower in two days.

But over all. New York smells like there are millions of people living here. So the next time you stop by this grand ol' city, make sure to prepare your nose. Maybe do some smell exercises. Like going over to a dumpster and smelling it for ten minutes. Or cleaning up your dog's poo and then standing beside it for fifteen minutes. Just to prepare yourself for the crazy amount of bad smells like seem to hug New York city like a blanket that it's had for a hundred years.


I hope you found a train that to you to your desired destination.

สวัสดี.

Kim.