Ahhh, I didn't time it right: I've got twenty minutes left on the dryer @ the laundromat ... alright ... guess I'll have a seat ...
Just about as my laundry is almost done, the door opens and this parade of people come in - now, I'm not quite sure how to describe them:
Homeless looking? They didn't smell.
Poor unfortunates? Yeah, that would fit ... each one looked like he or she had been through trauma untold, and they had interesting scars: missing teeth ; one guy had a twisted, shortened leg ; one woman had the side of her mouth pushed in long time ago and - well - it just - grew over - like that ...
They weren't rowdy. They all had suitcases with dirty clothes, and correct change, and were very good customers like that --
-- I just couldn't imagine what had happened - were they all in a firefight together? survived a bad foster home experience?
Well, my clothes were done ... loaded them up, walked out to my truck, and --
Ahhh ... parked next to my truck is another truck, and according to the advert on the side --
It belongs to a carnival!!!