On Sunday I decided to go to the laundromat to wash a doggie bed that's too big for my washer. I asked Mr. Google to tell me where one was and was surprised to find there wasn't one in our city. No biggie...the next city isn't that far away.
So I went.
I was STUNNED at how busy it was. I thought I'd run in and run out but that wasn't the case. I had to wait for one of the large machines. When it was my turn I put in the bed and went to put my $3.50 in quarters in. Well...it was $6.00. I was short. I thought I could start it washing and run out and get some additional quarters for drying. I went to the ATM at the front and there was a $3.50 fee to use it.
Um...no. It's the principality of the sitch-i-ation.
So I left and went to a store, bought something and got $10 over in quarters.
Back I went.
I sat in my truck and listened to NPR while it washed and watched the people going in and out. Families. People who just want clean clothes. People just coming from church still in their church clothes. I even saw one young lady decked out Quinceanera style. Father's in steel toe working boots with their kids. I imagined they were giving mom a break and she was home alone relaxing. Good people just making it do what it do. Many of them probably have to make this trip weekly.
It made me feel guilty for the gripes I had about my washer not being big enough to wash the bed. I felt like donkey doo-doo and it made me grateful for the little things I sometimes forget are blessings.
When was the last time YOU had to visit a laundromat?
