Laundry

I will be due to go to the laundromat sometime this month or next. I like washing, drying and folding up clean clothes yet I dread taking that trip to the establishment.

It was so much more convenient when I lived in the house that I grew up in where we had our own washing machine.

As a kid I enjoyed the task of sorting out bed linens and clothing to load up into the soap filled receptacle.

There is nothing like the smell of freshly clean scented items lingering throughout the air whether the fragrance is indoors or outdoors.

I remember an older lady at my job about four to five years ago. She liked washing and folding laundry a little too much that it became a sickness with her.

I was working at a residential facility for senior citizens and one of our chores was doing laundry in between monitoring and caring for the elderly.

This woman would impose on my laundry duty without being invited to assist.

It wasn’t that she particularly intended to help it was about her wanting control over doing the laundry even if it meant for her to intervene on another person’s assignment.

I had not appreciated the woman’s interference. We had gotten into a confrontation prior to the incident on account of her being offended because I did not greet or speak to her when I first begun my employment there.

I felt that if she wanted me to talk to her so badly that she had to initiate a confrontation then she should have spoken first. I didn’t care to make acquaintance with her.

My supervisor even said to me, “Why didn’t she say hi first?”

I cursed this lady out very badly as she continued to provoke me, and she eventually quit.

She dished it out, but she could not take the heat then had to leave out of the kitchen.

This woman ignited a fire within me and got burned. I have no patience for disturbed individuals who constantly mess with me when I am not bothering them.

I was justified in my behavior and never had any regrets about it. To me, she was just dirty laundry that needed to be thrown out.