#SongoftheDay The Leader of the Laundromat (The Detergents)

I've got another story about my ring flying off my finger, but this time it was in public. 

The last time this happened, at least it was in the privacy of our own home. This time, it happened in the laundry room of my apartment building.

My partner carried the laundry for me, because I no longer have the strength to do many household tasks on my own. Once the laundry basket was set before the washing machine, I assured him I could load it by myself, and I went to task.

As I was loading the machine, a young guy came into the laundry room and started doing the same a few machines down the line. The laundry room in my building is really large and bright and welcoming--they renovated it a couple years ago, and I must say they did a great job.

So, anyway, I finished loading the washer, stood up, and realized there was a whole bunch of lint all over my sweatshirt. I started brushing it off, and as I did so, my ring flew off my finger. Since I was brushing in a downward motion, it hit the floor hard and bounced in the space between myself and this other tenant, who was still loading his machine.

I felt 100% sure that my beautiful engagement ring with its seven lovely little diamonds was going to bounce its way under the washing machine, and I would have to call the super to help me find it, and that would be my whole day, and I was already in bad pain because my meds aren't properly managing my chronic health condition, and basically the world was coming to an end.

As soon as the ring came off my finger, I gasped rather dramatically. When it hit the floor, I dove for it.

When I realized I was splayed on the laundry room floor, a wave of concern washed over me. I thought perhaps the young man loading that washing machine over there might thing I was a tad... crazy? Living with PTSD, I get that a lot. Because I act crazy a lot.

But this was different! I was just trying to save my pretty ring from bouncing under the washing machine. It all made perfect sense.

So I explained to the young man (who had not so much as glanced at me this entire time), "My ring flew off my finger!"

The young man continued not glancing at me. In fact, he didn't acknowledge me in any way. Which, I gotta say, happens to me a lot when I do something that seems weird and other people just don't want to be a part of it.

Can't say I blame them.

Anyway, I've got my ring back, safe and sound. Now I'd better work at putting the weight back on my fingers so this ring stops flying off.


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