My new favorite place is the laundrymat (or is it laundromat). Why, you ask? Because I like surprises and when you live on the road or are in the oilfields you never know what surprises await you there.
Dirty or clean? Equipment works or doesn't work? Water hard or soft? What happened to all the folding tables? WHERE are the folding tables? Nice people or not so nice people? Lock your car or don't? Staffed or not? Who washed their oily clothes in that washer before me? Bebe's kids? $1.25 or $2.50 a wash? Clothes dry in one quarter, two or six? Oops, dropped my underwear on the floor. Rewash or not?
Come back here or not?
See what I mean. Lots of surprises.
Happy Monday!
One does become a connoisseur of the various types of laundries when we're on the road, don't we? My laundry standards went WAY down in the past 12 years. Maybe it was about time to stop taking it all so seriously anyway ;-)
ReplyDeleteYeah, if we took things too seriously on the road we'd probably be back in a sticks & bricks! :)
ReplyDeleteI do not miss searching for laundromats out in the oilfields! Lots of places I've seen call them washaterias.
ReplyDeleteGood to see you blogging again!
Just got back from 2 weeks off to spend Christmas with our daughter in Tulsa and read this post. Seems I'm a bit behind. Maybe a lot behind. Or maybe just a behind. But I digress. As always Doris.....I love your musings. Hope you and Dave had a nice Christmas.
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