I had some errands in Dallas Sunday so I drove back for a few hours. Navigating the rude and bustling midday Sunday traffic, I fairly howled "I DON'T MISS THIS!"
Saturday in Elsewhere I met some interesting females at the laundromat. They were very sweet, but dim, and homely on toast. Both well under 5' tall, the younger [fifty-something] one looked like Anthony Hopkins, and AH is not a pretty lady. When they spoke to each other, they stood almost with their noses touching, and their bellies quite touching. Odd, that-- very up-in-your-personal space. They invited me to their home to make crafts sometime, and though that was sweet, I decided I'd postpone that pleasure until I shuffle off this mortal coil and am assigned the proper Hadean ring in which to do penance. I did manage to avoid Eskimo nose-kisses whilst keeping my belly to my ownself. Is it wicked that I actually toyed with the idea of saying "isn't Obama wonderful?" just to see what they'd say?
The truth of the matter is that half the people you meet are below average intelligence. They'll tell you who they are if you keep your ears peeled. Please don't think I look down on those women because they are rustic country folk-- they were from California. The truth is there are countless savvy-but-stupid people in the world, too. Dallas is chock-full of people who drive the right car and wear the right clothes and are seen in the right places but couldn't count change from a 99 cent purchase.
The Little Old Laundry Ladies were at least genuinely friendly and inviting, so in a way, they really have more to recommend them than the big-city twit with the $350 neckties and solid gold money-clip.
I wish them all the very best, really I do.
The washer and dryer at the house were repaired Saturday afternoon...