Astoria has a colorful scene especially when it comes to blue and white heads otherwise known as the elderly. Like most New Yorkers, I frequent my local laundromat. it reminds me of Cheers except instead of booze and meaningless banter, I find myself staring into the void that is the spin cycle, overhearing amazing conversations and watching bad TV. There is a couple that seems to go when I do, so I suppose we are “regulars”. They are most reminiscent of the Castanzas on Seinfield and they bring their pitiful and very loved dog to every establishment in the 2 block radius that is my house. It happily gets pushed along in a laundry cart and rests it’s broken leg that happens to be wrapped in orange polar fleece. (see in picture)
At first I’ll admit, I was disgusted by the thought of this dog riding around in the “Clean Clothes ONLY” cart, but after having to teach them how to pour bleach into the machine multiple times, I felt a little like they added the sparkle and amusement that I was lacking. I mean doing laundry was pretty darn boring before they came in. Watching “Mean Girls” was OK, but they added a whole new level of crazy to Queens. I had to sneak around and take a picture of the dog and I think he may have even posed for me. They seem to carry a “carte” blanche (pun intended)with that dog as well as if they could enter any deli or any clean clothing bin they want to and I have to admit I feel right at home here in ol Queens…..After all, I grew up in a family that now shares ice cream cones with their dogs on occasion.