I had a really great day today. Like an A+ Saturday. I went to the Linganore Wine Festival in Mt. Airy, Md. Thousands of people gather for music, fun food, arts and of course wine. It was gorgeous weather, except for the few minutes we were inside looking at awesome stuff for sale and eating this.

That’s little bits of raspberry over dark chocolate. The wine was great, and abundant. Lots of laughs with my friends. 

So I got home and decided I didn’t want to nap away the rest of my Saturday. The washing machine is broken, so I grabbed my laptop and headed to the laundromat. I haven’t been to one in 25 years at least.  Here is what I learned.

No wifi.
It’s 100 degrees in here.
There are no seats.  I’m writing this from a folding chair I keep in my car.
To wash a load of laundry is THREE TO SIX FUCKING DOLLARS! I haven’t gotten to drying yet.
And the people are really nice.

I am not going to get into racism. There is nothing to discuss. It’s is unbelievable and absolutely horrible what people of color contend with in this country. But I do find myself asking, why are people in this country so often put off by people in different socioeconomic situations? I have no answer, but I’m asking the question. Most people in here aren’t here because their washer is broken and they are still buzzed from a day of wine. I look at what is costs to do a load of wash in this sweltering, shitty little place and think, my God this nation is hard on the working poor. Really fucking hard.

I feel a very long way away from this suddenly.