Monday, May 11, 2009

To Dallas and back...

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...

9 comments:

Christina LMT said...

Yeah, good thing you don't have to head back to the laundromat. I had to do that a few times here in Vegas...*shudder*... I do NOT recommend ever going to a laundromat in Las Vegas. Wear dirty clothes.

Vinogirl said...

Anthony Hopkins? Oh dear!

J.R.Shirley said...

half the people you meet are below average intelligenceI really don't believe this is accurate. I believe a relative few extremely low-IQ types dramatically lower the average, leaving more than half the populace above the mean. I have come to this conclusion based on my perception that there are many more startlingly stupid types than incredibly brilliant ones.

So: many more -- than ++ types= +50% above average. I know, seems counterintuitive, but I'm pretty sure I'm right. Like 62.5% sure.

John

HollyB said...

Sorry I missed your text last night.

I've always found laundymats to be interesting places. When I was a teen-age girl it was my weekly duty to do the family laundry. Mother would drop me off with a HUGE pile [4 people x 7 days], a rool of quarters and a book. When every thing was clean, folded or hung I'd call for a pick up.

Maybe it's because I was young, but I always enjoyed watching and interacting with my fellow washer-women.

Thanks for bringing up those memories.

Anonymous said...

You're just running in the laundromat circles. Us PhDs actually have our own utility rooms. But we don't invite you over for crafts, coffee, and cake (homemade)
Elsewhere PhD

DirtCrashr said...

Naturally they were a bit "special" from Calaundryfornia - and like my Dad has said, they went there on purpose because they knew and recognized how that specialness was made even specialer there - but the rilly-rilly special types head even further into the ocean. Met some 'beauts on Maui ferxample...
I'd buy a new washer every year just to avoid the laundromat, but I'm a guy without sympathetic washing-genes.

Buck said...

Gawd... I hate laundromats. If there's ONE thing I miss about my previous fixed-address existence it's the loss of my very own washer and dryer. My dishwasher, too, but that loss pales by comparison. OTOH, one meets the MOST interesting people at the laundromat, no? (heh)

KurtP said...

half the people you meet are below average intelligence.You're in Hondo?
Don't drink the water, I swear there's omething in it.

g bro said...

Our washer was out a couple of weeks ago and I had to drag some wet clothes to the washateria on a Sunday afternoon. My floor show was much cuter than yours, but then they had the gall to finish their was and leave. Replaced by a shifty-eyed guy, and some guy older than me with his mom! Guy #2 had an honest-to-God pocket protector. It was the 2nd place I went to; the little old Vietnamese lady shooed me away at the 1st one because she was closing early. Then she shows up at the 2nd one! Apparently she wanted to spend Mother's Day evening with her husband at their other location. Poor guy - a drain got plugged, and he was wrestling a plumber's snake bigger than he was.