“Take it Easy” is playing on the laundromat radio – which is apropos considering the mini OCD tantrum I just had in my head.
I got here early today. I did not want a repeat of last week. I was rendered completely discombobulated due to my tardiness. A laundromat hobo … with my cart and belongings, constantly on the move.
Today I have my usual spot and my items are in their usual machines.
When I arrived, after saying ‘hello’ to my laundry lady, I noticed a cotton candy haired older lady in an adorable pink jacket.
At first I wanted to put her in my cotton wool lined pocket with the rest of the adorable older folk I come across.
Not just because she was sweet looking and fluffy-haired – but bonus! She also looked like Muriel from Courage the Cowardly Dog.
So I’ve got a half-smile on my face and headed toward the coffee, having claimed my spot and ready for some caffeine.
On the way back, I spotted cotton candy hair lady’s cart.
In it – this:
I’ll admit (and probably partially due to the fact that I hadn’t yet ingested any of the coffee) I didn’t notice … and only further sighed at how adorable she was and how I was definitely adding her to my ‘sweet older person memory pocket’. THEN I noticed.
I shouldn’t, but I hold older people to a higher standard. I expect the older generation to at least give that little wave of thanks that has become such a dying art, when I stop in a parking lot to let them cross in front of me.
I expect the older generation to say “thank you” which, has also become a dying art, when I hold a door open for them.
I also expect, that the older generation knows how to spell.
Prude. I know. If anything, the older generation has more of an excuse – perhaps she was pulled from school during time of war to help out at home. OR, maybe she grew up in a poor household and there was no money for school clothes or books. OR, perhaps she was one of many who came from a home that did not think it was important that the girls of the house even BE educated. Anyway, I could go on ad infinitum.
Bottom line, there are plenty of reasons to blow my unreasonable expectations out of the water.
But for some reason that little container bothered me.
She used a permanent marker for crying out loud!
AND – inside of the ‘cloth’s pins’ container?
Laundry pods. *sigh*
For some reason THAT reminded me of THIS:
Only, with her container – there was no doubt. Those colorful laundry pods had their pod faces smooshed against the plastic. Definitely laundry pods.
Then again – maybe this whole inner OCD turmoil is all for naught. What if she used to keep pins in that container for cloths? Hmmmm….
I’ll go with that, and reserve her spot in my pocket.