Musings from the Laudromat: Meditation, Math & the answer is Yellow Edition
This is truly a beautiful sight …
No, not the man in the hat, although, I’m sure he’s a lovely person.
It’s just such a relief to have had the pick of the washing machine litter.
No sign of glaucoma man – so I am sitting in peace and quiet, enjoying the hum of the machines and gentle whoosh of the air conditioning – while gazing about at the few patrons.
It’s funny how this place has become something I look forward to when I once dreaded the trip.
The sounds are calming – the scent of detergent and softeners are soothing. It’s like a little vacation. Laundry meditation if you will.
Just stepped outside for a moment and was captured into a fitted sheet conversation with an older man.
“Let me ask you something.”
I turned my gaze from the quiet highway to his weathered face.
“I just bought a queen sized mattress for my 5th wheel – it’s 6 foot 2 inches long and about five feet across …”
At this point, I’m wondering if he’s winding up for a word math problem, and I’m starting to panic, because I never did know how long it would take a train to get from one place to another if Johnny had 10 apples and Martha needed change after sharing a hotel room with three of her friends after tipping the damn bell hop.
You know, THOSE word problems.
So, I hold my gaze and pray I know the answer.
“It’s about this thick (gestures with hands) Do I have to get special fitted sheets?” (Phew!)
“No, not if it’s that thick.”
Continued my very helpful answer with a few store suggestions after he mentioned going to one of the pricier places in town.
“See you inside!” I said – a little chirpier than necessary. I think I was still glowing from getting the answer right.
He’s folding his quilt now, and it’s a chaotic lump of a decent attempt.
Meditation time is over … just had a small child in a yellow top put his yellow dump truck in my yellow laundry cart and start to make off with it – along with my purse.
“I’m SO sorry!” Said small childs mom.
“That’s ok – he’s having fun.”
Good thing he can’t talk – because I don’t have any more answers today. He might have needed to know how long it would take his dump truck to reach another cart if he added a juice box into the mix.