Even though the days blur one into the next, I cling to my Lame Friday Post. For one reason, at least today I have an excuse.
Today I made a number of random observations, because I was sitting in my car outside the local laundromat, where I was washing towels and comforters. The comforters needed a larger machine than mine, and the towels needed hot water, which my machine is not fond of. I was writing a letter to a friend, and what better to write about than my fellow laundromat patrons.
I dubbed one guy Drew Carey, because he was heavy-set, had a crew cut, and wore geeky glasses. He folded his laundry on the premises, which I know other laundramats frown upon, seemed to be doing his entire wardrobe, and pulled his mask down under his chin. I felt sympathetic regarding the middle observation, about the entire wardrobe, because I, too, used to wait until I was out of clean underwear. Full disclosure: sometimes I bought new.
Another observation was of a guy who I used to work with (no names!). He did not wear a mask. I always thought he was a big fat jerk. But I try not to judge.
I noticed a lady with a long grey braid carrying in sheets of the same pattern I was washing. A young-ish man (meaning he looked younger than me, at least) kept pulling his sweatpants up as he made trips between his pick-up truck and the laundramat.
My snarky comments continued, but the friend I was writing to might read my blog post, and I don’t like to spoil things for her. Additionally, I see I am approaching 300 words, so I hope that is sufficient for Lame Post Friday. I hope to see you all on Saturday, whatever sort of post it turns out to be.
Mohawk Valley Girl 