Hung out to Dry

     I do something that is so absurd nowadays. I didn't think it was too unheard of, but a friend recently was extremely surprised at the thought that I still practiced this out-of-date chore. I do it partly because I don't mind it, partly due to necessity, and partly due to the fact that I don't want to dish out the cash for an easier option. This ancient method of completing an everyday chore is: hanging clothes out on a clothesline.
     Yes, believe it or not, I still do it. I hadn't really thought much of it until that friend almost choked on her Diet Coke when I told her I did that. What's wrong with it? Perhaps it might be that she thought I was too lazy to do such a thing. Perhaps it might be that everyone in the world has access to a dryer. Whatever the case may be, I didn't expect that reaction. I like to go and hang my laundry out to dry. I don't mind it at all. I much rather do that than go and visit a crowded laundromat and spend the whole freakin day listening to other people's children cry, to the random gossip of other people lives, or the craziest phone conversations ever. Nah, I choose the orquillas, el lasso, y el sol any day of the week. I apologize if you drive by my grandma's house and see my chones on the line getting their fill of sunshine pero nimodo, asi me gusta.

Hooray for the simple life