This weekend my sister had an unwelcome guest spend the night at her house and stink up her blankets with his dirty, stanky body so we spent Saturday at the laundrymat. It's not that it's a bad place to go, not at all, it's the fact that it's Spring City and all the skanky people with their skanky unwashed bodies make it an unpleasant place to spend your Saturday morning. Bleh...I felt like I needed a shower after we left.
There was a lady and her 4 kids there when we got there and the kids were running around like wild animals let out of a cage. That was fine. One of the little girls that was maybe 2 years old came right up to my sister and put up her hands to be picked up and my sister gave me this what am I supposed to do look but picked her up anyway because we're just used to kids being around and I can't stand it when parents ignore their children. I was sitting there wondering where the mother was and did she not care that her daughter was going up to strangers like they were best friends. Hello, I'm not gonna let my child walk up to a stranger and let them pick her up. Later this woman came in with two very scary looking men, one of them was the white Don King I swear, but again the little girl went right up to one of the men just like he was her father (see picture below). The whole time we were there, that woman never once hollered out to see what her kids were up to and even left them inside (alone, with the baby still on top of the washer) while she took her laundry to the car. Now I can understand that she was probably frazzled what with 4 kids in an enclosed space for hours, and maybe she saw my sister and I as safe and reliable people to leave her kids with momentarily, but in this world today I would never leave my baby in a public place unattended.
Sorry, I felt the need to vent.
So here's my sister giving me the *I'd rather be plucking my eyeballs out with toothpicks because what the heck are those people trying to do to that machine* look. Nice.
The baby looking at "scary Don King" while the guy in the orange jacket checks dryers for forgotten items.
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