mainly because i had way too much laundry to do, and not enough room in the house to hang it all around
and randomly i felt like sitting in a laundromat. its fun. the different people who are there. seeing their laundry.
obviously i'm easily amused.
anyways i went to the Soap Bubble, something about it seemed like the perfect laundromat to go and sit in and wait.
so i get there and it took me like an hour just to get enough quarters together, i had like 3 loads (really i should've had 4, but i just combine whites and colors...i know its against the rules...clearly i break rules) and i kept moving them in and out of washers because the first washer i went to use was like $4.00 for one load and that would just break bank. so i get myself situated, laundrys all set in the washers, put on my headphones and grabbed my knitting loom, grabbed a seat in front of the windows and relaxed. while i'm sitting there, these 2 little boys are running around and i smiled at them. the older one (who later told me he was 7) seemed to like me and sat next to me and just started rambling on. first he was talking about his gameboy, and then he talked about the wii, and then he's telling me how his mom's boyfriend is a drug dealer and his gameboy got broken while his mother and said boyfriend were fighting. in further detail he goes on to say that his moms boyfriend was trying to stab her with a fork. naturally i feel awkward about the situation, especially because his mom was right around the corner and i'm sure she doesn't want her personal business being laundromat gossip. so i tried changing the subject and asked him what he liked to do when he wasn't in school. he told me he liked soccer, and then somehow got back on the subject of his moms drug dealing boyfriend. so i made another attempt at changing the topic and asked him if he had any pets. you would've thought i asked him what he wanted for christmas. by this time my laundry was done in the washer so he was following me around the place going on about the puppy his mom's boyfriend has. to which then she responds that they aren't going to have the puppy anymore because boyfriend will be leaving. the boys little heart broke. so i went and bought him a piece of gum from the gumball machine. then he started chasing his brother around, and then he got in trouble, and then they left.
so i've gotten all of my crap in the dryer and i go back to sitting and knitting. while i'm listening to my music i hear what sounded like two people yelling at each other. of course at first i just thought that it was me being the deaf girl listening to her music and everything sounding like people were yelling. but out of curiosity i pause my music and sure as shit...the girl working at the laundromat was yelling at this other creep of a lady that was doing laundry there. i came in at the part where the lady working there was yelling 'Get your ass out of here...i'm calling the cops'. So i stop knitting....and just listen. the crazy lady is yelling and making a scene while the working lady is on the phone telling the cops that theres a lady whos spilling her beer everywhere and is refusing to get rid of the beer and leave.....
where the hell was i when this lady carried a 6 pack of blue moon in?
all i know is she comes around the corner with a 6 pack that only had 2 beers left in it, with that confrontation smirk that people get. and then throwing out some form of an insult as she walks out the door.
can i just add here that the crazy lady was grubby? she was round....i will be as bold as to say she was packing some extra pounds in the stomach area. enough so that her shirt wasn't even covering an inch above her belly button, and her underwear was hanging out over the wrap skirt she had on. and you could see her underarm hair peeking out. meh.
anyways....so i turn and see that the dryer with my clothes is done, and they're not completely dry, so i try to dry them some more and the dryer isn't having it. so i had to dig through the load and find my underwear because in my delusional head i thought that would make enough room for everything else to dry faster. again...clearly retarded thinking. so finally i end up moving my crap to the dryer next to the original one. i sit and knit and listen to music for 15 more minutes. while i'm folding my clothes two cops come in. and while they're leaving one of them looks at me and turns to the other one and says 'this is a really nice laundromat' with one of those dumb grins like he was just so sly and clever.
i made it out of the laundromat in one piece. and i'm definately bringing popcorn on my next trip back.
