One evening, I spent the evening at a laundromat with a homeless friend whose clothes required extra detergent. She carries most of them in a large tote, so we washed every piece of clothing she owed. Once I dropped the quarters inside and poured powdered soap into the washer, I warned the couple sitting by the wall with their tiny in fant that if suds seeped from the washer, it was my fault. I didn’t measure the amount needed and guessed how much to pour.
I engaged in further talks with this couple, who were new to the area and searching for work. So, we’d pray about their future, and I held their little boy, and he gazed into my eyes with the deepest brown eyes.
The clothes were clean, and I moved to the dryer as this laundromat used tokens. And yes, I would get my token stuck in the dryer button thingy, and a woman would rescue me, helping me jiggle the token free.
