Guy, about to hit on girl: Hey. [looks down at his sleeve as it slides into some bar toe-jam]
Girl: What’s wrong?
Guy: I just got something on my favorite sweatshirt. [starting to get really stressed]
Girl: I don’t know if you know about this, but there’s these metal boxes you put you clothes in and it will clean them.
Guy stares blankly at her.
Girl: Or, if you’re really lazy like me, you can just take it someplace and have a short Asian woman use the box for you.
Guy still looks at her, confused.
Girl leaves bar.
–Automatic Slims, Washington & Bethune
