This is for the man who works at the Laundromat down the street. Yesterday was the first time I came by to wash my clothes after moving nearby. You saw me struggling with my overflowing hamper and pushed a basket out to the parking lot for me. After I finished my laundry, I went to my car, only to realize I had locked my keys in it. You saw me staring stupidly at the car, and you came out to help. You went back in, and then came out with a guy who would let me use his phone to call my husband—all without my asking. Thank you, sir; you are a good and kind man. And your Laundromat is the cleanest one I’ve ever seen.
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