We went on vacation last week to a family reunion with roughly 1/3 of my extended family. 36 of us in some cabins in the woods. As usual, I was thinking of you, my dear Chickadees, and I took some pictures for your enjoyment.
After Kid #4 puked in her pack and play, I had to visit the closest laundromat. This was inside the door, complete with a homeless-looking fella digging through the box.
Whole wheat pasta in a laundromat? My dad was convinced it wasn’t really whole wheat, but brown from age instead.
Broken clock, bag of rice, pan with paper plate lid (and ants). Weird stuff. I think the homeless guy kept coming back to make sure we didn’t run off with any of his stuff.
Wow. People really paid attention to these laundromat notices. There was neither smoke nor loitoering (whatever loitOering is – we didn’t see any), and no house trash. I would place the stuff at the front of the laundromat firmly in the category of landfill trash.
More freaky Colorado pictures to come.
You’re right… This state is weeeeeeird… Plus, that is the craziest laundromat I have ever seen. At least you didn’t see any loitoering… that sounds really sketchy…