I was doing our laundry at the good ole' laundromat last night when I met a woman that seemed out of place. She was dressed well, didn't say, "yo, yo" and didn't smell of BO. She had the fear in her eyes of someone that wasn't used to the 'mat. I have learned to dress like crap, observe everyone, be polite, but always looked pissed off, while I am at the laundromat. It basically keeps you out of any bad situations. And yes, being polite and look pissed off simultaneously is key.
Anyways, I ended up folding my laundry next to the frightened woman and thought I would strike up a conversation in hopes to calm her fears that we all weren't crazy. I made a smart comment about most of the crazies finally being gone, and she said she was happy of that, too, and that her husband was waiting out in the car just in case.
We started talking about living in town and life in general. She mentioned that she lived on a farm. I asked some more and she informed me that her children (3 0f them) showed sheep growing up. (Side note: Both my brother's and my best friends growing up showed sheep.) She then mentioned that she raised all of her children on an organic diet and that they raised all their own food growing up. She said she was just a city girl and her friends couldn't believe when she told them she milked a cow for her daily dairy fix.
Now her children are grown and she is helping to raise the next generation of organic children (including 4 of her own grandchildren) by working at Boyert's Greenhouse and Farm in Medina.
I can't wait to go there now. I look forward to meeting her again. Hopefully looking a little more like myself and a little less like one of the thugs in the 'mat.
Oh the conversations you can have in the weirdest places.
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