Musings from the Laundromat: ‘One of Us’ edition

I’ve officially  integrated with the herd.  I have become an accepted member of the Sunday morning Laundromat gang.


It started out when my face took form of ‘disappointed girl’, upon realizing there were no washers available, in spite of the fact I arrived 10 minutes before the establishment opened.

But there was my glaucoma man.  (Who I learned later actually had cataracts.)

I stood chatting with him, asking how his eyes were.  He then motioned to the machine he was leaned up against. “This one is empty”  Almost a whisper, but he is not capable of ‘whisper’.

I grabbed the machine, then, in the interest of having my laundry finish at the same time, had to use a more expensive ‘triple load’ machine across the aisle from it.

There were two ladies sitting at a table next to it, and another familiar face.

The familiar face was introducing the newbie to the flow of the place.

“Pretty much the same people,” he said, “This lady here, gave me a band-aid one day.”

Band-aid man & Co.

Band-aid man & Co.

I was the lady.

I don’t know why, but that filled my heart.  He remembered.

He went on to explain he takes blood thinners.  And as I listened to them chatter, I filled the machine and felt like I belonged.

Here’s cataract man and one of the ladies.


I’ve been coming here for 4 years, it really is quite a victory to be told about secret available machines and to be remembered for a good deed.

My favorite part of this trip though, has to be placing my loves clothes in the washing machine.  Knowing he left things behind on purpose.

I’ll be washing for three not long from now.  And I couldn’t be happier about that.

My herd has my back, my family is growing – and I’m blessed beyond belief!

Oh, and you’ll be pleased to know, cataract mans eyes are finally feeling a lot better after his surgery.  Pretty sure you can see that (no pun intended) from the smile on his face.

About debaucherysoup

I've traveled 4 continents, affording me experiences and adventures to last a lifetime. Most important was the exposure to other cultures, beliefs and lifestyles. I'm also mom to one of the most amazing human beings I know.

Posted on February 22, 2015, in Musings from the laundromat, Uncategorized and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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