While I was in college I spent the majority of my weekends washing my nap sack full of clothes at Dale's Laudromat down the road from my apartment. If that Dale guy had still been around I'd most definitely had been his favorite costumer, I was pratically the sole reason that little shack didn't go out of buisness.

   Being there every Friday and Saturday I became familiar with the people that spent their weekends sitting on the washers like I did. There was Sal, the bartender, who came in to wash his uniform before work, Amy, the mother of three heathen boys who spent most of their time trying to stick each other in dryers, and Elizabeth a college student finishing up her last year of nursing school. No One else ever came in, in the year and a half I'd been there; then came the Saturday a new face walked through the door.

   It was the Saturday after my 23rd birthday and a night of exceeding my limit in tequila shots. That morning I dolefully drug myself out of bed slipping on my old baggy grey guy sweats and white tank top while throwing my lose curled raven lcoks into a messy bun on top of my head. As soon as I downed two Tylenol and a bottle of water I grabbed my laundry from the week and headed out to my weekend hot spot.

   When I got to Dale's I really wasn't in the mood to conversate with anyone, I just wanted to get the jello shot stain out of my dress and the rank out of the rest of my clothes, then go home and sleep until Monday. Elizabeth and Amy seemed to notice my hung-over state and kept to themselves, I was thankful Amy left the boys at home, but I wasn't so lucky with Sal. Sal saw my disheveled state and didn't even try to stifle his snicker, "Dang you're looking rough" he mocked leaning up against the dryer wall. I threw my clothes in the wash before turning and hopping up on the washer flipping Sal the bird once I was situated, "Thanks. You really know how to make a girl feel pretty." He slyly smiled at my annoyed face, "Well princess it's your fault for pounding back, what was it? 13 shots of tequila, not to mention the 3 jello shots, sex on the beach, bloody marry..." "Okay. Okay, I had way to much to drink. Now can you please shut up, I'm already suffering enough" I pratically whined throwing my arm over my eyes as I laid down on my washer and the one next to it. I thanked whatever God there is Sal didn't respond.

   As I was dosing off the bell above the entrance rang triggering my migraine. I swore if it was Sal I was going to shove that bell where the sun don't shine. I was drawn out of my thoughts when I felt a light tap on my shoulder, "Sal if you're wanting to lose your ability to reproduce keep bothering me" I gritted out from under my arm. All I got in return was a light chuckle, when I shot up ready to tear Sal a new one I was greeted with someone who was definitely not Sal. This guy was taller, while Sal stood at 5'9 this guy was at least 6'1, and while Sal had buzzed down dirty blonde hair this guy had a short bed head of onyx black hair. He wasn't packed with muscle like Sal was but just by the looks of him in a tight white t-shirt and blue basketball shorts there was no doubt he was built to be the definition of eye candy.

   "Wow I'm not even Sal and you got my boys scared" his humor filled voice drew my eyes up to meet with the darkest brown eyes I had ever seen. "Oh yeah, um, sorry about that. I, um, thought you were someone else" I sheepishly said looking anywhere that wasn't him. Out of my peripheral vision I saw a small grin form on his face, "well, miss gonad destroyer can I use that washer?" He asked pointing to the washer I had been lying on and was still sitting on, "Oh yeah go for it" I hurried out as I hopper off the washer and stepped in front of mine. Mr. Eye Candy winked at me as he began filling his washer, when I felt heat start to crawl up my face I turned to empty my washer and throw the clothes in the dryer.

    In my time embarrassing myself in front of the Calvin Klein model I hadn't even noticed Sal, Amy and Elizabeth had already left, I was left alone with the new hot guy. My attention was immediately drawn to said new hot guy when he tried covering up a laugh with a cough, "What's so funny?" I asked crossing my arms while leaning against the dryer. He glanced my way smiling while he emptied another bag of clothes into the washer i was previously using, he was about to respond when he pulled something from his pillow case that peeked my interest. "Is that a cape?" I asked smiling as I walked back over to get a closer look, it was no doubt a bright red cape. His eyes darted down to the item in question before he closed them and let out a slight "Crap" under his breath that I still managed to hear, "Um, yeah. But it's not mine. My brother likes to dress up sometimes and..." He trailed off looking at my all-knowing face before turning back to the cape with a look like he wanted to fall in a hole and die. I smiled as I took the cape from his hands tying it around my neck, "So tell the truth" I leaned in a little closer to him, pausing for dramatic effect, "are you Superman?"

   The embarrassment on his face was quickly replaced with humor; he put his finger up to his lips in a "shh" gesture, "Yeah, but don't tell anyone" he whispered before winking. I giggled as I untied the cape from my neck and swung it over to tie it around his, "Well, welcome to the weekend Dale's family, Superman."