Leprechaun In A Laundromat (DRAFT)

I was at the Laundromat getting my clothes clean when before me stood a pointy-eared troll in a green cloak, buckled shoes and hat, the smallest man I’d ever seen I started choking as he lit up a cigar to smoke I asked him nicely to stop smoking, but he just walked away with a grin he must have thought I was joking, my usual patience was wearing thin so I took my basket of wet clothes, went looking for a place to get dried oh there were lots of machines, two rows, all used, except one and the troll was inside but the teensy guy was very mean, he wouldn't share that damn dryer we fought like a pair of teens, suddenly a vent hose caught fire well now, lo and behold, I saw in this midget's load of wash a little sack full of gold and still lit cigar ashes his clothes burned up, the walls turned charcoal black we had to call the super, I yelled, “We’re under attack!” everyone panicked, running every which way fearing the worst, perhaps even a terrorist threat I was the only person brave enough to stay besides, my scorched garments were still wet as a scarlet blaze torched the steaming Laundromat, I sat dazed outside on a bench, clothes drenched, fire trucks came quick with water hoses and a team from HAZMAT, luckily all the darting flames were soon quenched the fire department's chief glared at the wee elf, staring for a few moments, damn he was pissed!! propped the munchkin high up on a detergent shelf, he grabbed and shook him by his lilliputian wrist then the chief screamed, “Look elf, can’t you read,   that sign says ‘NO SMOKING’, or are you blind!!" the startled dwarf replied, “I have no need to read, where I’m from we just scan books with our mind” “And I’m NOT an elf or a TROLL, I’m a leprechaun, how dare you insult me like I’m some stupid jerk!” the super bust out laughing as I deposited a coin in the smoldering washing machine, but it didn't work we watched in amazement as this tiny Irish "man"   put the gold back in his pocket, arched his brow and raised his hands, suddenly the washer rocked and rolled across the floor marched right up to and out the Laundromat’s front door,   psychically relocated onto the pavement, where it now stands © 1/26/02, 3/28/04 SmSThis is a draft, any ideas to finish it are welcome! And no offense to any "little people", midgets, dwarfs, trolls, elves, munchkins or leprechauns...just a silly fictional story. Written February 5th, 2002 © on Feb 04 2002 04:55 PM PST, Sheryl Marcia Schwartz   14 • 7 • 4