AVERTING CRISIS WITH SUDS

At the laundromat the little girl just could not believe that the snack machine was broken. She could see the sour gummies and the bag of Pepperridge Farm cookies! They were right in front of her! The universe could NOT be so unreasonable as to take her quarters and give nothing in return! This was wrong, very wrong, and you could see the state of denial and dismay forming. This was NOT how things were supposed to be. Sad.

Four years old andd already existence was playing cruel tricks.

She was exceptionally well-behaved. Very modulated, not tantrumic, and keen to help her daddy doing laundry. The complete failure of the universe to deliver rewards for swallowed quarters was freakish, but she did not pout. After helping him load the washer they went across the street and bought a packet of cookies from the store. When they came back she turned her attention to the drinks machine, and he purchased a can of sparkling water for them to share (probably because he know what too much sugar can do).

Turns out the "parkling wadder" was too "parkly"!

Judging by her uterances and comportment, she has the best parents in the world and will grow up to be a sparkling and pleasant member of society. An adorable little person. Intelligent and personable.

Yeah, normally I am not enchanted with little people.

So it turns out that uncle grumpy Dutch American actually did not mind the distraction of a lively little person in the laundromat while he was washing his grungies and trying to turn his mind inside out while waiting for the machine to finish.

[When there I often meditate and tune out other people and their noise.]

Also, I noticed that there was a person out of it outside, playing in traffic on the intersection. Whose stoned or batshit life was preserved through sheer good luck, low vehicle count, and the fact that Waymo robot taxis are programmed not to drive over random humans, even if they're far more random than is good for them.

He came close to the door several times, but though wide open it proved a complicated concept, and he did not come inside even though he could see the seating, and the brightness, and the neat comfy floors.

When I left with my clean clothes the daddy and his tyke were still there, and the random fellow was sleeping on the sidewalk.



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