Okay, so I had a somewhat half-assed rant and then I
had what must have been a cleansing cry in the shower. Well, more of a squeak,
and a few tears, but hey, that counts, doesn’t it? Anyway, I feel better, so I’ll
take that. We finally got the laundry done yesterday. This is the most
ridiculous thing, ever. To do the laundry, first, thing is call Alex. He says,
yeah, he’ll help. He knows JC’s knees are in a bad way, so he’s our “muscle.”
Next, bag up the clothes. Of course, I left quite a few socks in the closet,
along with a couple of shirts. Deduct 2 points, right there.
Get the giant plastic box with the metal handle that
hurts your hand. Transfer the Gain or Sunshine or whatever cheap shit you
bought on sale at the Dollar Store and transfer some of it from the 878-ounce
bottle to the 48-ounce bottle, which you will proceed to use up at the Laundromat,
in a failed attempt to produce suds. This is some really cheap-ass shit and is
probably going to make your skin itch and rot, but hey, it’s cheap!
The brightness of this bottle would power all of Central Tampa
Haul your 3 huge bags of clothes, along with your
plastic bucket of soap, borax and fabric softener out to the curb and call the
cab company. The laundry across the street closed several months ago and I’ll
be damned if I’m taking all this shit on a bus. Sit outside, waiting for the
cab. Crap, winter has come to Tampa and it’s a bitch. It’s 55 degrees
Fahrenheit and the wind is blowing like a mother. Wait inside and stare at the
bags, daring one of the homeless guys to steal my shit.
Cab comes. Run outside and jump in cab. Trip over
cane and fall and skin hand. Deduct 2 points. Damn. I’m on the minus side on
this. Alex won’t left me do anything. Alex and Cab Guy load up bags and
box/soap and off we go. It’s a 2-minute ride and plus tip, we spend about 8
bucks. We get all this crap unloaded and roughly sort it into towels, whites
and colored/darks. Then, I proceed to put towels, colored/darks in 1 giant
washer and whites in smaller washer. Why waste money? We get them all going and
race next door to the Dollar Store!
I love the Dollar Store! 2 shirts, underwear for me,
some slippers for JC, chocolate for Alex, cat food and cat treats, hair
tiebacks I’ve been looking for, for forever and hair detangler, now that my
hair is growing out. All for under 35 buckaroos. Yay. No laundry soap; we still have
about 700 ounces of that other crap.
Okay, time to see if it’s time to dry. It is. We go
to the washer to get the whites. The buggy is Alex’s responsibility.
Apparently, my job is to get in the way. I manage to get my head wedged between
the buggy, the washer door and the wall. Deduct 2 points. Alex is like, “why
don’t you go sit down, Mary?” I persist in trying to “help.” Things don’t go
well. At one point, I bonk my head on that metal bar of the buggy; hard enough
to see stars, but I didn’t tell Alex. He would have told me to sit down. Deduct
2 points.
I wish I'd thought of this; it would have been a shiny, fun ride!
We got to fold the clothes as they came out of the
dryer, so that was good. A couple of the guys who had been in the homeless
shelter when I was there were there as well, so we caught up. They’re no longer
homeless and they’re doing well. A win. Add 8 points!
I had a whole bunch of socks that matched nothing. Orphans, divorced, migrants; who knows? When I got home, oh lookie! Here they are stuffed down in the back of the closet, as if they were playing some weird sock hide-and-go-seek. Deduct 2 points. It's a draw.
Maybe it's some kind of sock Gulag.
Alex and I wheeled the stuff outside where it was
like Siberia, still with the wind a-howling. We had already called the cab and
talked to JC a couple of times. The damned Chinese restaurant across the street
must have just cooked up a batch of their superb dumplings. We were just about
to ditch the cab and get food to take home for the 3 of us, when it showed up.
Boo! Deduct 0 points. It’s my game. This cab driver didn’t seem to know right
from left but was friendly enough. Thank God our old laundry is opening under new management soon. This is a chore and an expensive one.
The Mercy Curling Team
Just very quickly, because I’ll write more about this
later, but on Hulu+ there’s an original series called “Little Mosque” that is
in it’s 6th season. I believe I’ve mentioned this before, but it bears
repeating; I lived among a Muslim community in Dearborn, Michigan, by happy
circumstance. This people on this show are very much like the people who were
my neighbors. They were welcoming and friendly and curious about the ways of
westerners, much as I was curious about their ways. If you ever get a chance to
watch this show, I encourage you to do so. It’s very funny and revealing
regarding relationships and friendships between Muslims, Christians and Jews.
4 comments:
:) - what a nightmare - when I had to use a laundrymat back in the old days was lucky enough to have one opposite a really nice pub - so lug clothes to the machines - and then wait chatting over a drink or two or. . . of course I was young and cutting edge then - could take a 'few' drinks didnt need to watch medication or stuff like that - ah those were the days eh? - all the best there:)
It's been awhile since I've had to go to the laundromat. Sometimes the Dollar Mart has good stuff, and yeah, sometimes it's just plain cheap. ~~ Good luck with A to Z!
Oh, this WAS fun. I actually have a washer and dryer in storage and my landlord is so sweet, he'd probably put in hookups for them in a heartbeat. This was more "lack of topic at the tail end of pneumonia and horrid Parkinson's nonParkinson's emotional tail spin" and became fun as I went along describing it. To tell the truth, it was fun while we were doing it. In epic ViolaFury way, I hindered more than I helped most probably, laughed at myself and had a great time exchanging witticisms with the folks over at the Dollar Store. It was most therapeutic! Thank you, as ever for your many kindnesses, dear lady!
I've learned to treat these little forays as "adventures." I guess being legally blind helps me don this assumption and keep it going. So, while I assist at the laundry (more often hinder) and get lost in the wonders of the dollar store aisles, I do manage to have fun and sometimes, actually spend money "wisely." I do end up with plain cheap, though. My guilty pleasure dream? A whole house decorated in some of the derangements passed off as pillows, lamps, rugs and various tchotchkes in lurid colors! Thanks for stopping by and visiting. I am so looking forward to the A to Z Challenge!
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