So I went. I can't explain it, but I love getting the laundry done at this hour. It feels weird during the day. Laughing out loud!
As I'm loading one of the washers, I realize 1 blanket wont fit. This blanket I've been holding onto for YEARS. I had to be a toddler when my grandmother gave it to me. It belonged to a Raggedy Ann bedding set. From the set, the only pieces remaining were a flat sheet and the comforter.
I figured it's about time that I let it go and I threw it in the trash nearby. I guess I must've completely forgotten about the homeless man who was sitting at the front entrance shivering cold when I first walked in. My GOD. Only GOD knows I meant no ill will and that I obviously, wasn't wholly thinking...
There was only 1 woman at the laundromat when I got there except the laundry attendant (also a woman). She must've had 20 loads to wash (a slight exaggeration). To think, I had the audacity to leave 2 loads at home. I really thought that I was doing something.
While her clothes washed, she washed her car outside. I watched as she cleaned the interior with such care when I noticed that she was using an old detergent bottle for her soapy water. I thought about how she was making good use of "things" and her time, even as late/early as it was in the day.
When she came inside, she made a comment about how cold it was outside...
I was thinking "I should be washing my car." Even as dirty as the vehicle is presently, there was no way that I was going to truly entertain that thought. I had nothing to prove. A mere thought...
When I left the laundromat I noticed the homeless man that I had seen earlier, sleeping outside wrapped tightly in the comforter that I had thrown away. I'm not sure who gave it to him. I just thanked GOD...
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