Laundry at 9am on a Sunday

(Originally posted in 2011.)

So as I’m walking down the alley, I see a guy going into the laundromat with a big, full basket – at 9am on a Sunday. He looks well-groomed and fresh-eyed, like he’s fully awake. And I’m thinking, what the hell would compel a guy to get up this early on a Sunday to do his laundry? You couldn’t pay me enough.

Clearly, he’s got something worth doing his laundry for, even at 9am on a Sunday.

You gotta ask yourself, what’s worth getting out of bed for? And if that doesn’t bring a clear enough answer, raise the stakes. What’s worth doing your laundry? What’s worth painting the side of a house? What’s worth mowing the lawn? What do you really hate doing, but what would make it totally worth it?