Something happened yesterday that got me thinking about all the odd little requests I’ve received over the years. Tommy Castro and the Painkillers arrived at the hotel Sunday night, and played a sold-out, two-nighter Monday and Tuesday. So, yesterday I run into Tommy at reception, and he’s purchasing quarters and holding a small bag of laundry. Oh, and he had his bike with him, getting ready to take advantage of the beautiful weather we’re enjoying on the Front Range.
Anywho, we talked about the show the night before, the weather, you know, just a brief catchup. Then he jokingly asked me, “Hey, you wanna do my laundry.” To which I replied, “Well, I do live to serve.” We laughed. Then he said, “Actually, do you think you could put them in the dryer for me while I’m out riding. “Of course,” came my reply. Well, a woman beat Tommy to the hotel’s one public washer, so I said, “Just give me the bag. I can handle this. Go enjoy your ride.” So, about half an hour later, when the woman’s clothes were in the dryer, I found myself hunched over the washer, laughing hysterically at doing Tommy’s laundry. Why is this so funny? Oh, dear reader; have you any idea how many women would have LOVED to have been in my position? Let’s just say I now know the answer to the age old question: boxers or briefs. The answer can be had for a price. I also know that Tommy can more than compete with me in the multiple-black-T-shirt department.