Somewhere in Charlottesville, a slack-ass student deserves a good, old-fashioned boot in the ass. This morning I went to the laundromat — the first time I’ve had to do laundry in public in about 5 years.
A lady of MILF-like quality, who like me has never been to this particular place before, walked in and started asking a bunch of questions. Fortunately she was speaking loudly enough for me to ascertain that she was a loving mother who seems to have cared so much for her child that she failed to teach him how to survive without her.
She explained to some other patrons that she was from out-of-town visiting her son, a student, for whom classes are about to start. The son was home asleep at 10:30 in the morning, she said, in his dwelling that is equipped with a washer and dryer. Moreover, these clothes aren’t just his regularly used items. No, they’ve been sitting dirty since last semester. Last semester. LAST FUCKING SEMESTER!
Slack-ass, I hope you’re reading this. Seriously, if you’re a UVA student and you have to rely on your mommy to come visit to clean your undies, you’d better be busy curing fucking cancer, AIDS, and any other STD that scares the bejesus out of me. Otherwise, kid, you go to UVA. You’re better than this — or at least you should be. You deserve to be on the “I suck at life” list, with a possible nomination for the “I’m too dumb to live” list. Do your own laundry. Get a clue. Hallelujah. Holy shit. Where’s the Tylenol?
TrvlnMn Says:
Nice Griswold ending.