America Peals

My name is America Peals.

I am 35 years old. I am 200 lbs, reasonably intelligent.

Today, I am eating an egg salad sandwich, wearing a free t-shirt from new web 2.o company and reading about exercise.

I live in Queens, NY (and, I don’t mean to brag).  Having purchased my egg salad sandwich, I went to the laundromat. I witnessed a fight between two old women wearing babushkas. Apparently, one dryer is vastly superior to the adjoining one.

I report on this because I had to hold onto my egg salad sandwich (neatly packaged) and my fresh boxed undies behind these bellicose reprobates. I was held hostage for 12 minutes as neither grandmother (I assume they are grandmothers) would not move their washing carts to allow people to egress the shop.

When I got home, my egg salad had slipped from the multigrain roll and was resting quietly in a soft lump in the back of the plastic container.

I drank some water.

There is more to tell however I want to read a book on phenomenology right now.

AP