Of the People

I left my phone in the trailer by accident but I was on my way, no turning back. It was a beautiful 80 degree Friday and I was helping my boyfriend out by running to the laundromat. Notoriously bad with directions in unfamiliar areas,  I should have turned around for my phone as a backup option, but I was feeling whimsical and a renewed sense of freedom having left the cold Chicago spring. Ky had told me exactly where to go, just two left turns so I was feeling confident. 

I went into the laundromat and began three loads deciding that now that I'm paying $4.00 per load, its the perfect time to separate whites and darks, which I never do at home. The last load was Ky's disgusting shit that I didn't want my precious clothes to be mingling with. I grabbed some magazines and sat down waiting for the wash. The smell was delicious inside, warm soap smells permeated the room while the outdoor breeze blew through the open doors. There were women doing huge loads of kids clothing, men coming in from work ready to wash their clothes, and me sitting in a corner watching this unfamiliar scene unfold. I dried the clothes and watched as my clothing tumbled in the heaping dryers. I began worrying about not having my phone and having to trek back to the trailer without a map. Then, like a little priss I can be I thought this is a test for Ky. He's seen me fling myself from a raft into a freezing shallow river screaming his name when we floated on the wrong side of a rock (he was on the same raft and also fell in) he should know I can panic in situations and it's best to be there for me. He should fetch me from the laundromat if he loves me... At that point I started staring through the door expecting my knight in shining armor to ride up and rescue me. 

Meanwhile I watched the dryer more and began to fold. I shrunk my favorite shirt unfortunately, but carried on folding and then there in the door was my Ky. I was thrilled and to be honest a bit shocked he had showed up. I have traveled all over the world alone and travel 100% for work. While I am a bit of a priss I can slum it and figure shit out for the most part. But there he was to support me and I was ecstatic. He asked how it was going and I told him I enjoyed it in the laundromat, I liked being "of the people." He thought this was a hysterical statement and just showed how much of a priss I am. But really I think he likes his priss, and I like my trailer park boy. 

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Notes on the trailer: One night there was a loud thump against the trailer followed by what sounded like a woman's blood curdling scream. Ky assured me it was probably a raccoon fighting with another animal, I asked if he was sure it wasn't a Sasquatch throwing a raccoon at our door because it was loud and terrifying. Trailer living has its downsides.