Changing a channel in a lundromat? On Thursday, during the day? When most everyone else, including the people that use the laundromat are at work?
I can just see it coming in to focus in my mind's eye:
The Brain Damaged primitive walks into the laundromat dragging two hulking bags representing his month's wear of vasious shirts with mary jane leafs on printed on them, faded to various degrees. He sees fox news on, which is what the attendant left it on from the last customer who asked politely to have it changed to Fox. The television is faded and playing just high enough to be heard above the usual noise of washers and dryers. The laundromat is empty save for the attendant and the brained primitive.
The instant he notices the evil Faux Repuglican snooze is on, Mr. Brain Damage starts yelling, "How dare you have that evl rethuglican Faux Snooze on!"
Then he bellows, "Don't you know that evil rethuglicans are responsible for the death of starving orphan dung beetles in Kenya! How dare you support such evil!"
The attendant notices the thick smell of marijuana, stale sweat, urine, and sour beer all mixed together, notices the orange and brown stained hands and thinks vaguely, "Oh, this guy again." The attendant gives him a quite bored and slightly patronizing look, partly wondering how she's lasted another month at this job when she knew he was coming back.
When she doesn't move fast enough to suit his desire, which is too say immediately, he starts shouting, "Turn it! Turn it, or I'll leave." He is by now so angry his face is turning red, his hands are clenching and unclenching, and he rises and falls a bit as he says each word with spittle flying from his mouth, "I won't support anyone who supports this foul propaganda!"
The attendant thinks to herself, "I gotta get my resume together and apply for that cashier's job over at the Walmart, where this guy says he refuses to shop." Whe then thinks, "I wonder if he'll have n aneurysm if I just ignore him?" She isn't afraid just curious. She remembers the time he was in here when he leaned over a kid that promptly kicked him in the shin which left him limping an hour afterward.
"Well, I don't really feel like calling an ambulance and filing a report for my boss, so I guess I'll change it." The attendant picks up the remote and absentmindedly thumbs the TV down a few channels down, which just happens to be CNN. She plunks the remote down and goes back to reading her romance novel. Brained is just as quickly out of her mind.
Brained looks at the television, noticing several seconds later that it has been turned to CNN. He jumps on top of the nearest washing machine declaring to all and sundry, "This is a great day, my victory over the evil faux snooze shall be proclaimed", after several more bounces he announces, "My friends will send my praises on DU!"
The clerk, not really caring but not wanting to fill out paperwork looks up at the commotion and sees him jumping on the machine and anger flashes in her eyes. She jumps grabbing and rolling a newspaper. She preceeds to start swatting him with the newspaper, "Listen asshole, I don't care about any TV station, I just wanna do my job and go home, and not fill out paperwork because some stupid ass hurt himself, being an idiot."
Brained managed to get hmself off the machine without falling over and tried to defend himself from the vicious onslaught of recycled paper while yelling, "Okay! Okay! Stop, please stop!"
The attendant swats him a couple of more times saying, "And try taking a bath sometime or another, you stink!" She turns and goes back to her spot.
Brained stands sullenly for a few minutes before deciding he didn't have money for the bus trip across town to the other laundromat and begins loading his laundry into the nearby machines. After he got home, Brained's ego had recovered enough for him to post his great victory at the laundromat. After a few post's he realized he needed to embellish and say there were six happy moonbats. Of course this exposes the lie, there are no known occurences of happy moonbats.
