Today, I had to ask one of those dumb questions.
Ever since we have been south of the U.S., the typical laundromat as we knew it ceased to exist. For the most part, you have to find a lavanderia in your town and go drop it off and hope for the best. If you are lucky, the place you are staying will do it when they have time. Since we’re camping in the back yard of a hotel, they have folks here that will do it for about 5 soles per kilo (not bad, but not exactly cheap either.)
Anyway, it occurred to me that every time we drop off our laundry there seems to be an issue when we pick it up. For example, we drop off 3 bags and there are only 2 when we return, etc. Eventually it all gets sorted out, but some times things just disappear into the ether. It never works the other way around – we haven’t ever gained anything new.
So, I had to wonder, how do they mix up all those clothes (they do mix them up) and then somehow know what belongs to whom. Unfortunately, I wondered this aloud.
Angela looked at me like an idiot (i.e. the normal look) and said “Easy. They just pile together all the stuff with a VW on it and it’s yours.”
I walked behind the back fence to all the clothes lines and took a look for myself. Seems about right.
The thing is, I’m pretty sure I didn’t own a single VW themed T-shirt (okay, maybe that one) before we left. One of the odd benefits of running into so many VW clubs and great VW folks on the trip is that they have essentially clothed me for the past year and a half.
Oh, and the chops are coming in nicely – just grayer than I expected. Angela said something like “it’s starting to look like you’ve done that on purpose.” Tough audience – I’ll have to take that as a compliment. You try living this close for so long…