While in Paris, I looked like this:
When in Rome, right? (And by the way, that thing on my head is a beret, NOT a cowboy hat. Thank you.)
Anyway, it was my last day in Paris before my study abroad group left to do a two-week tour of the southern parts of France. And, like any normal college student, I hadn't yet done anything to get ready for the trip (Procrastination! YEAH!) Besides, all I had to do was pack all of my clothes, and I would be set.
But then I walked into my room.
There was my laundry. And, oh shoot, NONE of it was clean.
Houston, we have a problem.
I was going to be touring around southern France, but nowhere on our list of stops did the professor put the destination "laundromat." Which meant that I needed to do my laundry. And quick!
But, dang it Houston, we had another problem.
My host family had a washer, but did not have a dryer. Bleepity bleep bleepin' bleep.
But wait. It gets better: I was supposed to take my luggage to my professor's apartment in three hours. And I was NOT about to pack my clothes wet. No way. Mold and I had been in a fight for a long time and I wasn't about to try to reconcile things.
I put on my thinking cap (a hypothetical thinking cap, of course. Thinking caps aren't in style these days, you know).
After about 42.37 seconds of intense deliberation, I hatched a plan. I would brave the scary streets of Paris (I know, twist my arm) in search of a laundromat where I could dry my clothes. It was brilliant. It was epic. It was a guaranteed success.
So I set off wandering down one street.
So I went down another street.
Well... the next street looked promising...
Shoot. Well, how about the next street?
After about a half hour of wandering around without any luck whatsoever, I decided it was time to adapt my plan so that it included asking for directions. I spotted a lady who looked promising at a pharmacy on the corner, so I ran over to her.
"Hi, do you know where I can find a laundromat?" (Imagine me saying this in impeccable French. Because that's definitely what happened.)
She was very helpful.
So I decided to try again.
NO MORE DIRECTIONS!
I HATE ALL PEOPLE!
I'M GOING MY OWN WAY AND THERE'S NOTHING YOU DUMMIES CAN DO TO STOP ME!
I stomped down the street.
And then, rising up out of the mist like magic, there it was in all its beauty, all its glory, all its magnificence.
I could hear the Hallelujah Chorus.
I'd never been so happy in my entire life. Ever.
My brilliant plan had worked!
Proof, once again, that I was a genius. Now all I needed to do was run the forty-three blocks back home, get my laundry, run back here and dry it!
Life was just!
Life was fair!
Life was finally going my way!