Laundromat Rant

Dryer was broken, just like my chances

Of finding something that wasn’t broken

So I dragged my pedestrian clothes

Down to the nearest far laundromat.

Welcomed in and then spat out —

An all-too-familiar occurrence —

Upon learning I couldn’t walk out clean

If I didn’t walk in dirty.

Kill ‘em with kindness, polite explanations

The credo of oppressors

Who think a smile excuses them

From all forms of manipulation.

Well, I wasn’t gonna waste breakfast money on a load

When I’d wasted dinner money the night before

Which left me two undesirable options:

Put up a fight or phone a friend.

Not being confrontational by nature

I swallowed my pride and sought assistance

Knowing it would be given

But still wishing I could do it on my own.

Even after the dryer got fixed

I’d remain floating from malfunction to malfunction

Because in this world, luck is for the lucky,

Convenience serves those who are already convenienced.

Sam Hendrian