Recently, on MOTHERS DAY, a non event for me personally since my own mother has passed away, I went to do laundry. Earlier in the day a couple other dog people (I try not to say owners) wished me HAPPY DOGGY's MOTHER DAY! I said Thank You!
I wouldn't usually go to do laundry on a Sunday but news that we'd be going through another heat streak (while it snows elsewhere in May) was motivation enough. Anything to beat the heat and be indoors. Plus, I expected it to be vacant.
We got there and it was strangely packed with women and children. I thought the Mothers would have the day off, perhaps be Queens for the Day, as their children spoiled them a little and gave them gifts and did the chores. There they were doing massive loads of laundry including lots of children's clothes.
Since my dog is not allowed inside the laundry I usually tether her outside in the shade while I load the washers and dryers and then walk her between loads. There were some nice children who wanted to pet her and so I sat outside with her and supervised. Soon another woman with a small child who she said was her Grandson came outside too and this Grandson was undisciplined and screeching and seemed to want to play too rough with my dog while the other children were so gentle. I determined that I would not got inside while this troubled child was outside. I felt that, though he might only be 3 or 4 years old, he was probably having some emotional problem. I didn't want him to smack my dog around.
The Grand Mom was a young Grand Mom. She seemed to have supreme patience with this child or maybe she just ignored his bad behavior. Now if I had children, which I don't and won't, they would be raised up and raised rights. No brats for me. Other people's brats are enough!
The Grand Mom got to talking to me. Right in front of her Grandson and the other, gentle, children, children who belonged to other mothers, she started talking about some man she met on Craig's List. She wanted my opinion, that being the opinion of a stranger, granted another woman.
She said that she had put a picture of herself up and it was only of her legs and feet.
Hmmm.
A man had contacted her and asked her if she had any stockings for sale.
You may be able to leap frog to the rest. The woman had agreed to meet him at the gas station across from the laundry with a bag of her underwear, socks, stockings, and shoes "the more the heels are run down the better," he said, and sell these to him for $200.
She wanted to know what I thought.
Now I may not be a Mother, but I have some strong opinions about raising children, and like many of us NMNK, there are those who have given birth who believe that because we haven't we are NOT ALLOWED to have any opinions about it. At this point I was thinking "Lady, does it even bother you that you are talking about this to me in front of other people's children?" The two boys who were out there because they wanted to play with my dog, ages about 3 and 9, were just listening.
I told her that she needed to be very careful, that if she was going to go ahead with this then she should take someone with her to meet him, preferably a man, and that she should then drive somewhere else but not directly home. WHY WOULDN'T THIS PERVERT (a very not politically correct word!) not want a relationship with the woman who was selling her used undies to a man who would SMELL THEM?
She didn't have to say openly what this man was going to do with them but she did say "you know how some people like to get off when they're..." and did a hand gesture!
Really, she sounded intelligent but how stupid can someone be? (I've had the experience of simply being friendly to a man only to learn later that he had an entire fantasy life developed about me, just because he wasn't aware I was involved with someone else!)
She then said she thought it would be OK because she planned to go to a thrift store to buy other people's underwear and shoes to hand over to him, as if he would be a repeat customer!
When I got home I realized this was BS. They don't sell shoes that are smelly or very run down in thrift stores, nor do they sell worn undies.
Luckily she left, and the 9 year old boy looked at me.
I shook my head and so did he!
"That lady had better be careful, I said."
As she was leaving the laundry I said, "Be careful. Hopefully this is just an adventure."
She and her brat Grandson left and later I realized that maybe I should have stopped her from talking in front of the children!
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