A Midsummer Night’s Fiasco (0)
Posted 11 July, 2007 in D: 1997, F: The X-Files, Pairing: None, Rating: PG
Mulder sang to himself as he laid the tablecloth over his battered kitchen table. “You need coolin . . . baby I’m not foolin . . . I’m gonna send yaaaa back to schoolin . . .” The dry - cleaning alone had been seventeen bucks, because his only tablecloth had been a sort of yellowy color. “White! White!” he had yelled at the girl behind the dry - cleaner’s counter. “Can’t you use bleach or something?” She had sighed after the third time he’d come back and yelled at her, and said patiently, “You could have bought a brand new tablecloth for the money you just spent getting this one dry - cleaned three times.”