Posted on 03/10/2024 1:09:04 PM PDT by know.your.why
I think you should give in and have a cold one 🍺
I agree; what you say generally is true, at least around here. And their church attendence is much higher than citizens in the area.
UK and Europe have it much worse with the Muslim invasion, no comparison.
I’m in Dallas for a work trip. It seemed that I was one of few English speakers at the Walmart.
It will be an easy place to begin the Trump
Deportation program in a few months.
Put on a camoulague outfit and burst in through the back door yelling, “La Megra!” There will be plenty of machines available.
Once in a while, we would get taken to the drive-in for a couple of movies and us kids would have to hide under a blanket in the back so my parents did not get charged for a car load but just a couple (which was cheaper).
Anyway, I had very fond memories of going to the laundromat when I was growing up during the 1960s.
My mother would give me some coins so I could go buy the detergent out of a vending machine. They had those pull levers so you got the ker-chunk as the mini box of Tide fell down to the bottom. I would proudly take the box over to my mother so that we could get a load going.
They had those plastic curved vinyl chairs back then, like you saw in The Jetsons. Probably still do. There was a grouchy old man behind the counter who handled issues with the machines and gave out change for dollar bills - or change back if one of the coin machines malfunctioned. He hated that. If you said a dime got stuck in the machine, he scowled and gave you a dirty look as he took his fat carcass off the seat to see what was the matter. Begrudingly, he would refund your coin if there was indeed a problem.
The music coming over the mono loudspeaker was mid to late 1960s muzak, basically orchestral renditions of songs by Spanky & Our Gang or Mamas & Papas. I distinctly remember a muzak version of "Do You Know The Way To San Jose" by Dionne Warwick.
The laundromat back then was populated mostly by housewifes in house dresses with curlers in their hair, leafing through magazines like Good Housekeeping and Parade, which were scattered across a coffee table between the laundry machines and the vinyl curved chairs that we all sat in.
There was also a small black and white TV in one corner that was tuned in to the soap operas of the day, which certain housewives gravitated to, often totally ignoring the laundry altogether.
I still remember the heat given off by the machines and the smell of drying laundry.
Don’t let the laundry out of your sight.
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One time I was back from Saudi Arabia on vacation here in the Charleston, SC area and stated that it sure will be nice to get back there so I can hear people speak English again. That was in the mid 1990s.
I hear that. Maybe you should drink. Unless there is a meeting issue.
I was a WHFS junkie back in the 80’s.
At our Walmart in North Lakeland FL, you never hear English and most of the stockers are illegals.
Just get a CBP shirt and the laundromat will be yours.
Had one of those in college called “Soap N Suds”
At least you don’t have to read any mean tweets from a Bad orange Man...
HUbby is a lucky guy.
No, under Brandon, CBP are considered diaper changers to our honored guests.
If you must slum it, remember to add a teaspoon of 10% permethrin from the cattle supply store to the clothes washing machine's finish cycle. You will be grateful you did.
Just a suggestion, but after a divorce a few years ago I lived in my camper for a few months. I took my washable laundry to the “dry” cleaners. It really didn’t cost a whole lot more than doing it myself, and you get your clothes back all folded real nice. They charged by the pound with a minimum.
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