At the Laundry - Part 2

Walk out through the passage to the area outside the washing booths. There you will find row upon row of laundry, hung out to dry. Amazingly, there are no clothes pegs, but the sheets and shirts are hung from ropes by twisting their edges between the ply of the ropes. I try to imagine someone doing this and don’t quite get it. No one is hanging things at the moment, just washing, rinsing and wringing.



We writers sit here and there and scribble on our pads, feeling a little self-conscious. How come we get to sit around and write while these guys are literally working their butts off? It doesn’t seem fair, which of course it isn’t. But they are probably glad to have the work. One of the big problems around these parts is unemployment. I try not to think about the serious cases of prune-foot these fellows must have at the end of their work day.