So I was at the laundromat today. Even though it takes about 2 hours to get stuff done, I enjoy the atmosphere.

People watching is what I like to do the most.

Today there was a woman who was using at least 6 washers. She was with her, presumed, mother-in-law and her daughter whom must have been between 4-5.
The girl was curious, but not very annoying.
I'm not sure if the woman just had a crap load of needless clothing, more than one kid, or what.
She then used 6 of the huge dryers as well, and most of it was just clothing. I think it was all their "winter" and "summer" clothing together, since she was talking to the mother-in-law about how she would separate everything when she got home. I couldn't believe the amount of clothing...

And price wise, she must have spent at least 30 dollars or more? Let's see... 4.50 for each washer, and about 1.75 for 35 minutes of drying... times this by six, and it's $37.50. Goddamn.
She could save that money and get herself one of those tiny apartment washers.

I think I spent what... 8 bucks? I don't have much clothing, I don't really need much clothing.
I had the same pair of pants since high school until last year, since they wore out in the ass and can't really patch it there with how it was worn.

Though, the only reason why I go to the laundromat is because my washer shit the bed, and I couldn't be arsed to go home with wet clothing just to dry it.

The first time I went to the laundromat, it was simply another adventure for me. I had never been in one. Watching the washers and the dryers turned out to be a little bit of entertainment. One time I decided to toss a small plush toy in with my wash, and would wait for it to show up as it got tossed around with my clothing. Easily entertained? I think so.
Today, though, I brought a book with me. The time flew by at about the same pace, I think. Usually I'll listen to music, wile taking a trip in my head, eyes focused on the sudsy white foam consuming the cloth being tossed around.

I try to be polite to strangers. I have noticed that strangers seem to ask me things, a lot. Mostly opinions, or where I would think something would be.
But sometimes I'll be in Wal*Mart (hate it, but no place else to go) and I can't tell you how many times people have asked if I worked there. Where's my name tag? I'm pushing a cart. Is it because I look like I know what I'm doing? Maybe. Though, I would never want to apply to a place like that. The first interview I had was at Target. I was nervous, of course. When I went, they told me to wait in the staff room. There was a guy there, who was very positive- optimistic even- about me getting my interview. Said things would be alright. I think he was an omen- of not getting the job.

When I was called in, I went into the manager's office. She wore red, had short black hair, and was very pregnant. Seeing her bulbous round beach ball gut, the back of my head shouted out "Nope! You're not getting this job- this lady is in her 9th semester of bitchy pre-motherhood."
I didn't like the questions she asked me, either. They were completely off the wall. Things I didn't expect an interview would have- but it was probably company policy. Honestly, I don't even remember what she asked me. Nothing stuck- and it could be because I just wanted to get the hell out of that office.

I don't like pregnant people. I don't like babies- and people who already have babies and are pregnant and look like high school drop outs simply piss me the fuck off. The likely hood of them living on welfare is pretty high, and judging by the thick layer of make up on mom's face, she's a complete idiot, raising kids that would also be complete idiots.

Thankfully I have yet to have an experience of a mother with children like that at the laundromat, but I'm sure it would be an interesting experience.