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I would say that the trouble began down at the laundry mat. The machines stopped working. All of them, all at once. I was there and the lady says to me "What can you do? What can I do? I can't do anything." I don't know what to do. I stare at her while she sweats. It is hot out. She says "Am I insane?" and I tell her she isn't. Then she sits for a while. There is a bunch of us there in the laundrymat. And we're all gathered around her counter. She says after a while "Do you think its god?" The group looks at me, because evidently I've gathered some kind of credibility because I was the one she was talking to. I say that I doubt it. That its probably a problem with the electricity. A Mexican lady points out that the electricity is still on. The lights are on and the machines are still on, they just stopped turning. I suggest that it might have to do with the water pressure. The owner goes to the sink, still sweating, and moistens a very dirty towelette when she turns on the faucet. She wipes off some of the sweat with this. She looks at me. I said that I don't know, but there's no point in staying around. So I take my clothes out of the dryer, not very dry, and put them in my basket and go out of the store. I hear cheering behind me after I walk out the door. The machines are back on.

I walk back in, put my clothes back in the dryer, and then all the machines turn off. The crowd,