Right now I am beyond the point of novice at my local laundromat. I've been there about once a week every since my washing machine died. Most of the time it's pretty uneventful, but I do have a few situations to share. Let's start with Church lady.
It was my very first time at my local location and as I am waiting a short, older, black lady with long, beautiful, salt and pepper hair came in. She was wearing an old sweatsuit and a fisherman's hat. People don't dress up to wash their clothes so her appearance didn't catch my attention. Her actions did. She kept pacing back and forth, counting the machines her clothes were in, and talking to herself. No prob, she'd keep me mentally entertained. So I thought.
Pooka got bored and decided to put my hamper on her head. I felt like being silly so I started banging on it while she had it on. We minded our own business, having our immature fun and I hear a voice...
"Does she have that on her head?" I turned to see the older black standing a couple feet away and facing me.
"Yes ma'am". I should have said no, just to she what she would have said.
"What grade is she in?"
"Oh I teach in an elementary school!" Her face lit up and that's when the pretty much one way conversation began.
Half hour to 45 mins later I am folding my now dried clothes and she has talked to me about everything under the sun. I just smile and stay polite. She brings up a story about a friend of hers that had an only child and that that person always regretted not having more children. Then she somehow found a way to tell me...
"God wants you to have more children"
Ummmmmm okay I need to fold my clothes a little faster. LOL! I tell her I am okay with what I have now and can't take care of another child at this point in my life. She goes on and on about it and I finish my clothes and politely say goodbye!
Next situation is called Lonely Dude....stay tuned! LOL