After a fun-filled week at the lake, my niece and I are spending several days at my motherโs house in Osceola (aka the Bat Cave). After a week at the lake, the dirty laundry is piled high. Lake dirty. Sandy and damp and pre-mildewy. Sunday night after sorting everything into giant mounds, we began the task of washing clothes.
Two hours later over take-out pizza, we came to the sober realization the dryer wasnโt working properly โ heating but not tumbling, the clothes steamy but still wet. The dryer is ancient so it was no wonder. But could there be a worse time for a breakdown? After a week at the lakeโฆ
Monday morning sporting my cleanest dirty shirt and shorts, I loaded up two enormous overflowing baskets of clothes and set out to find a laundromat in Osceola. Itโs been years since Iโve been to a laundromat. College days maybe?
I found one fairly easily. Unloading the baskets, I was already glowing from the early morning humidity. Trying to remain vigilant and acutely aware that the townโs landscape has changed drastically from my day, I had one of those moments. Those life-flashing-before-my-eyes moments. It happened when I realized the laundromat was wedged between the former Jr Food Mart we frequented as teenagers and the dilapidated abandoned Sonic we circled on summer nights in high school. I saw my younger self parked in my yellow Corvette, carefree, laughing and flirting with cute Osceola boys. Eating a #2 with tots before irritable bowel syndrome clamped my stomach like a vise. Back when Mommaโs dryer was new.
Thirty-three years later at 7:15 a.m., I am unshowered and dragging smelly clothes baskets from my hail-ridden vehicle into the sauna-like laundromat. The super cool new Sonic sits on the edge of town holding no memories for me. My stomach is bloated from eating too much gluten…
Inside, there was only one patron. Chatty Cathy. With several machines already humming and a load folded on the wooden table, she had obviously been there a while. We became instant friends bonded by no home appliances and reeking clothing. Taking me under her tatted wing she pointed out the best washing machines and which specific dryers to avoid. I became her project.
Chatty Cathy |
Chatty Cathy: None of them dryers work very good. They only cost fifty cents but that wonโt do nothing. Youโll be feeding quarters in all morninโ.
Sweaty Talya: (oh goodie.) Ok well I have a roll of quarters and one load is already partially dry so maybe it wonโt be so bad.
Chatty Cathy: Nope. Youโll be needin all them quarters.
Sweaty Talya: (why oh why did I tell her about my whole roll of quarters? Stupidโฆ.)
Chatty Cathy: I only do laundry onct a month. Thatโs today.
Sweaty Talya: Once a month? Wow, you must have a lot of laundry.
Chatty Cathy: You know it girl. You from Texas? (she could read. I was wearing my Dallas Mavericks t-shirt for the third day in a row.)
Sweaty Talya: Yes, Dallas.
Chatty Cathy: DAL-LAS!!! Ya-hoo!!!(very very excited) Never been there but I was born in El Paso.
Sweaty Talya: Oh yeah? Iโve been there a few times.
Chatty Cathy: I donโt remember it. Moved when I was 3. Live in Luxora now. (hyena laughing hereโฆ.)
Sweaty Talya: Oh. Well Iโm actually from Osceola. Just visiting my mom.
Chatty Cathy: Whereโs she live?
Sweaty Talya: (oh like Iโm gonna tell you.) Just down the road. Not far.
Chatty Cathy: Well thatโs good.
Sweaty Talya: Did you graduate from Luxora High School? (did she graduate? please, please donโt say Rivercrestโฆ)
Chatty Cathy: Nope. Caraway High School. Lived in Caraway then. (Lighting up a cigarette.)
Sweaty Talya: What year?
Chatty Cathy: 1980.
Sweaty Talya: (omg.) Really? Me too. (seriously? we are the same age???)
Chatty Cathy: WE DONE TURNED 50 THIS YEAR! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?? (more hyena laughing with arms swinging overhead like doing the wave at a football gameโฆ)
Sweaty Talya: (hell) No I cannot. (I was shocked.)
Chatty Cathy: You donโt mind if I smoke do you, I should of axed you already.
Sweaty Talya: Of course not. (totally adding to the ambiance.)
I considered having a cigarette too at this pointโฆ but I remembered I donโt smoke.
Two and a half scorching hot hours later, I finished the laundry, drove straight to the super new Sonic for a Route 44 iced tea, very grateful for air conditioning and excellent dental care. Thankful for my life.
I suppose Chatty Cathy went back to Luxora.
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Angi Cartwright says
I’m laughing out loud, glad I’m alone. Bless your heart on this one, and she is 50? WoW!!! I can just see you making the best of the situation. So funny.
Staci Sandquist says
Still shocked she is 50! Hilarious!
Colene says
A beer might have come in handy in this situation. We are laughing so hard remembering a time that Tom got in a fight with three college kids while at the laundro-mat washing diapers (guess who they belonged to) and he punched a guy that wouldn’t get out of his way when he was loaded down with baskets. He hit the guy in the eye and he flew across the folding table while the ladies screeched and ran outside. They told the owner that Tom started it and he said, “Oh, Chebby would not do that.” We’ll never know.
pittypatter says
There’s a whole different world out there, huh? Loved the story.
Robin Loyd says
You should have called! I have a fully functioning washer and dryer,plus air conditioning.LOL!