After a long day at work, I really can’t think of much less I’d rather be doing than sitting at the laundromat.
Then I spot 3 children in their school uniforms and think, probably their mom wants to be here even less than I do right now.
Big shout out to you moms by the way. The ones whose day isn’t over until everyone elses needs have been attended to – no matter how tired you are.
So there’s no disco ball … no club kids or anything.
No ‘unce unce’ throb of techno or singles eyeing each other.
Not sure what I expected to find after hours at the laundromat – but it’s pretty quiet, pretty empty.
Turns out my laundry lady wasn’t here yesterday either.
Her: It’s strange seeing you here tonight.
Me: Yeah, it’s strange being here.
Her: I wasn’t here yesterday – but I told my manager I had a regular who would want coffee.
All I could do at that point was give her my ‘Awwww! Thoughtful!’ eyes and shuffle over to the laundry card machine.
As for ‘night’ laundry, it’s still blindingly bright outside and was 96 degrees in the car on the way over here. Sort of takes the whole ‘night’ thing out of the equation doesn’t it?
And apparently I’m a morning writer – because I am at a loss for more words – and after typing for 8 1/2 hours – would rather not anymore.
Until we muse again!