At the laundromat

Yesterday I took some rugs to the laundromat. We ruined a washing machine washing them at home. If the laundromat could speak, it could tell some interesting stories. One side of the area is cooler than the other due to the placement of the air con vent. On the cool side (the temp was in the high 80's-low 90's outside) someone, in absencia had tied up about 7 or 8 of the large washing machine and disappeared. Two ladies were there with small children and they were loud and running around. What else can kids do at a laundromat? One kid ran out the door and was moving in front and around vehicles while his mother was chasing him all over the parking lot. I saw myself as a witness if a car struck him as he ran from behind a vehicle. Luckily she finally caught up to him. After washing the rugs on the warm side, I found the last open drier on the cool side. This was a mistake. A woman came back with two of the most obnoxious girls, probably aged 3 & 5. She was sorting clothes from about 5 or 6 driers. The younger girl pushed a laundry cart around running into machines and patrons. The mother yelled at her constantly while she just kept sorting, however. Finally she finished but she was still yelling at the girls and talking on her cell phone as she left the building. If there had been champagne on the premise, a lot would have been consumed by the remainder of us. The rugs finally dried and I had survived another visit to the laundromat. I prefer going there after school starts. Actually, it's not bad and usually it's older folks and college students studying. During my bachelor days I would read and correct papers but now it's an adventure. I'm glad we have a washer and drier at home. I'm too old to go more than two or three times a year.

From the calendar:
August 6-"You might be a Redneck if..... You wash your Chevy and discover it's a Ford."
August 10-"You might be a Redneck if.......There's at least one cuss word on your answering machine greeting."