oh yeah…duh
I went to the laundromat last night to wash my comforters. While there, this odd woman with her two odd little offspring walk into the laundromat. The daughter, who was about 6, starts running around and peering at all of the machines like she's checking out monkeys at the zoo. The following exchange took place:
Daughter: What is this place?
Mom: It's a laundromat.
D.: What's a laundromat?
M.: It's where people come to do their laundry.
D.: *snort* why don't they just do it at their own house?
M.: Because some people don't have washing machines or dryers at their house.
D.: That's dumb.
M.: I know, can you imagine?
Then the daughter looked at me like she was some kind of missionary about to tell a bushwoman about the power of Christ. Granted, I do my laundry at home but I'm quite fond of laundromats and wanted to defend their merits to this little twerp. They left, bewildered.
I think a poopy diaper is calling my name.
