Yesterday I had to take my laundry up to the fourth floor. The dryers were spinning but the two washing machines sat empty. I filled the first one and moved to the second. The door inched open and an elderly woman walked in.
"Oh, you snuck in on me," she said with dismay. She had filled the dryers and now was returning with more wash.
"Uh, I can move to another floor," I said. After all, I was the interloper.
"No, I'll wait," she said resignedly, and then stood there watching as I loaded more dirty clothes and thought of all the women throughout the country bemoaning the invasion of their laundry rooms by laid off men.
By Thomas Swick •
Category: hometown
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