Mofos: Laundromat

She smiled. “Then you won’t mind if I check your lint trap.”

Antonio pointed at me. Because Antonio is a mofo. mofos laundromat

That’s when I noticed the gun in her waistband. And the police tape still on her sleeve. She smiled

Then she walked in. Gold hoops, leopard coat, carrying a trash bag of what looked like cashmere. She didn’t even look at the soap dispensers. Just leaned against the folding table and said, “Which one of you mofos stole my Tide Pods?” mofos laundromat

The sign buzzed two letters dead: . Antonio said it fit—because only mofos came here at midnight.