LAME-OH

So, Daniel and I have this prob. We avoid doing laundry like the freaking plague. So much that our little up and down washing machine would have been at it all day and then some if i’d wanted to get everything done. So instead, I loaded up the GTI and went to the laundromat.

I’d planned to head to Crown Laundry Land, because it’s in the ‘hood, but it was closed. So I went to the Stratford Road Laundromat, and on the way stopped off at Hero House for a Greek salad for lunch. It was there I overheard a pretty excellent conversation.

Counter lady #1: So I said to her, No! It’s a waste of money! And she begged me, mom please! And I said NO, it’s a waste of money and she’s not the world’s smallest lady in the world anyway. She’s just a midget. *holds hand a couple feet off the ground*

Counter lady #2: Oh. Yeah?

Counter lady #1: And she’s mean.

Counter lady #2: I’d be mean too if I was a midget. Is she, like, in a cage?

Counter lady #1: No, she can walk around as she pleases. They have her behind this thing so you can’t see her until you pay for it. I mean, why would you want to do that?

Counter lady #2: I guess she makes money?

Counter lady #1: Well, yeah, she’s working at the fair she must.

With my salad in hand, i went on to the laundromat. I had a delightful time! Not only is it a sensory treat, and I was unloading a lot of laundry baggage I was holding on to, but also… man, it’s a parade of awesome people.

The attendant couldn’t talk and he had gauze on his throat, so he just motioned. There was a grown man in jogging pants, short sleeves and one of those sheepskin hats with ear flaps. He smiled a lot and I instantly liked him. There’s this country guy complaining about having to be there because he’s separated from his wife, he’s used to her doing the laundry. There’s a man folding his laundry with military precision. A prissy lady who hauled her lacy things away in a hefty bag. Country guy was hitting on her pretty hard, but only managed to get her name.There were a couple of pairs of people who were as slow as I was at figuring out the machines, but trying really hard to play it cool. This bratty child who sassed her mother publicly. They were huge Clemson fans clad in orange and both were in shitty moods and taking it out on each other. Damn, didn’t Clemson win?

The clothes were still warm as I put them away back at home. What a satisfying afternoon!