I actually love being at the laundromat (especially if its quiet with no television).
It provides some time for quiet study, in a productive atmosphere.
The people there are ordinary folks.
Some are travelers with big motor homes.
Most are locals.
Everyone is there for the same purpose, just doing their laundry.
A family came in at the same time I did.
The dad stopped and made sure I got through the door with them.
Later, when I was leaving with my folded laundry, he requested one of his children to hold the door for me.
Courtesies define us and lift us up.
I appreciate them every where they happen.
© 2014 Kathryn Hardage