Cracker Barrel is for Crackers.

The last thing you want after you sell your house and are waiting for closing, is for anything to break.
That being said, Chell and I didn't want to test the limitations of a old washing machine and hauled our dirty clothes to the laundromat.

Who knew how entertaining washing your clothes in a public forum could be?

A guy walks in carrying a whole cushion for a Papasan Chair. Not a cover the whole damn cushion.



You know the chairs you can buy at Pier 1.



Lucky I had my camera!




The biggest machine in there and still took a lot of effort to cram it in.




Almost there! He did manage to stuff the thing in.

Little did he know that getting it in was the easy part. It took him a good ten minutes to get the soggy thing out.
It totally amused me as Chell and I folded four loads of laundry watching him wrestle it out.  (Some woman finally gave him a hand.) I would have helped but I was laughing too hard at his stupidity.

The laundromat also reminded me of what folks did when they wanted to sell something before the internet.


Hand written to perfection!

 Washing clothes makes you hungry, we decided to find some food and ended up at The Cracker Barrel.

Where we couldn't help notice that every single patron and most the staff was caucasion.

I haven't seen that much pasty skin since being in Utah County.
(A complete turn around from the laundry where we were the only white people.) 
Diversity is much more fun.!!!!


Yawn......

 The food wasn't awful.. I give it a B-, mostly because I don't love that Southern kind of food.
Lots of grits, biscuts and gravy on the menu. 
Wash it all down with some sweet tea.. Nasty!