Our clothes dryer has been broken for nine thousand million days, and the repair people are coming SOON! every time I call. So it was time to bite the proverbial bullet and take my youngest two children with me to the laundromat. I don’t know about y’all, but the laundromat is one of the most desperate places I have ever been to. No one wants to be there, it’s often hot and humid and crowded. But you gotta do what you gotta do, amirite?
Off we went. Sigh.
Quarter Slots for Kids
Thank god they allow gambling for children. I mean, it’s kinda gambling. Anyway, they love it like they’re winning, so I vote they are allowed to win. Don’t be so controlling, Meredith.
According to my source, this sign reads as follows,
“Welcome! Thanks for choosing our services.
You are responsible for your own safety and for your property.
-Please check the machines before using them
-Please don't let kids to play or get on the cars/trolleys
-Please don't sit on the tables or machines.
In the case of a machine malfunctioning, please fill out a form.
‘Why is that racist, B?’ you may ask. Well, darlings… it’s the only sign written completely in Spanish in this whole place, and there is no English equivalent. Not. Fucking. Cool.
Extra, EXTRA Large
This bench weighs approximately eleventy thousand pounds. The chain seems a little unnecessary but hey… who knows how many super heavy stone benches they’ve already lost, you know?
My Territory, Marked
I was trying to catch the cool colors in my favorite flannel as it spun in the dryer and happily did. I also caught The Me (my six year old) dancing in the reflection behind me. Which exemplifies how one can find beauty and wonder wherever we are, even in a lousy laundromat.
Until later... be like The Me. Dance, dance desperately.