Musings from the Laundromat: Early Earfuls and Policing my Pocketbook edition.

It is entirely too early to ‘morning’.  I dressed in the dark and gathered the laundry in spite of that.

Glaucoma man is Chatty Charlie again and I was just trying to form words that made sense in a sentence in response to him.  Not that he was listening to my end of it. lol.

Last night there was a last-minute switch out, and I ended up getting the guest ticket to see Willie Nelson with my dad.  I’m not a huge country fan, but if you get an opportunity to see a legend, you don’t pass it up.

So here I am, tired and wanting to be in my bed, not perched on a hard red laundromat seat.

All the regulars are here.

We acknowledge each other with a nod or a meaningful stare. It’s pretty funny.

If not for the people, I’d be completely over this whole laundromat thing.  5 years … 52 weeks per year – I’d switch over to my calculator application but I’m too tired to fuss with that.  You get the point though.  I’ve been here – a lot.

Glaucoma man just came over to chat some more.

He’s on a roll today.  And now I hear him clearing his throat and sighing behind me.

Time to put the clothes in the dryers.

OK, in the time it took to do that transfer, glaucoma man covered  the following topics:  The flu, vaccinations, the lottery and anonymity.  My ears are now awake.

They’re not sure how they feel about that, but they are in fact awake now.

My view is of a shopping center, but behind that, gorgeous mountains. Now my view is of glaucoma man.


He’s really making the rounds today.

He never has a lot of laundry by the way.  A small bag of bits and pieces.  Hardly seems worth the effort.  But I’m pretty sure he comes less to launder and more to mingle.

I think we might as well do some sort of laundromat potluck.  Have all the regulars bring a breakfast item and make a little buffet on the folding tables. It would get in the way of my musing, but I’d have a happy stomach – plus, glaucoma man’s mouth would be too full to talk 😉


Speaking of, I managed to put on 10 pounds over the holidays.  I truly needed to.  But that’s it – I’m not willing to gain anymore than that.

I look healthy now – which is ironic because the crap I consumed to gain those pounds was anything but healthy.

Just had a man tell me I need to guard my pocketbook a little more carefully.  It’s hanging on the laundry cart behind me.  He said he was in law enforcement for years.  What he doesn’t know is anyone that took my ‘pocketbook’ (how quaint is that?) would be sorely disappointed.

I thanked him anyway and am now paranoid about said pocketbook.

I must guard it with my life and end my babbling.

I’ll tell glaucoma man you said “Hi.”




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 January 3, 2016, in Humor, Musings from the laundromat, Uncategorized and tagged . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. I truly enjoyed your “Musings” tonight. Maybe it’s just due to my faux new year high but I giggled a few more times than normal. Love your dedication to all of us who are merely voyeurs into your life! Love you my English Muffin!

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