Sell out with me tonight.

[leahbobet]

Due to a string of stunning coincidences, I ended up walking into work this morning with a Starbucks coffee of a more-than-five-word name* in one hand and my dry cleaning in the other.**

Yes. I picked up my dry cleaning on the way to work. I am a person who now has dry cleaning and walks with it industriously down busy downtown streets, slurping her fancy latte as she goes.

Today, I am a hilarious New York chick-lit stereotype. :D

*Insomnia! Slept a little late! Had to pick something up on the way in!
**I am reporting in the House twice this week and reporting a committee the day after those! My jacket smelled! It's dry clean only, and if I bring it here and leave it here, that's one less thing to worry about in the morning tomorrow!

Comments

[leahbobet.livejournal.com]

What with the Coming of the Office clothes, I now have a couple things that are dry clean only. And, well. My jacket. It didn't smell good.

[dichroic.livejournal.com]

My way of dealing with dry-cleaning may be even worse, or possibily a whole different stereotype. I try to buy mostly things that can be washed. My husband, on the other hand, has all those good wool slacks, and since he wears buttondown shirts every day he has them laundered at the cleaners instead of him (or me, I suppose, though that's unlikely) having to iron them. (*My* buttondown shirts are mostly of the type with both stretch and wrinkle-free properties.) so he has a lot more dry-cleanables than I do, and I can usually just get him to take a thing or two of mine when he goes. :-)

[leahbobet.livejournal.com]

Alas, for this plan to work for me, I would first have to acquire a husband. Going to the dry cleaner's is perhaps a little easier. *g*