I’m gonna lay my burden down by the riverside and study war no more
The woman seated behind the counter dealing out ten-dollar packs of quarters has got to weigh at least 350 pounds.
She wobbles over to get my money.
“What’ll it be, KID?” she says.
“I’d like to get a roll of quarters, thank you.”
“Now KID, you don’t have to use all that fancy talk to get service ’round here. We treat everybody the same,” she says.
“Well, that’s fine, but this is the way I talk. I didn’t change it for you.”
Her jellyroll fingers reluctantly hand over my roll of quarters, with her eyes squinted sharp like razors. I give her my back.
Jeez! What a girl gotta go through to get her clothes washed.