Took the laundry over to the laundrymat this afternoon (Washer and Dryer are both out of commission, I think it was a murder suicide, the Washer was jealous of the dryer and the electric razor). Should have known better than to do that the night after a fishing competition down at the river(The 'mat is a 1/2 mile up the road from the river, and most Saturday nights it's full with people washing up from the day's boating). Go in, bunch of middle to senior age men and women (we'll say "country folk") and a handful of teens. Pickled out of their minds, carrying on, having a party, basically being idiots; the stench of cheap beer, gas, and fish is just ripe in the air. I groan a little, and decide "well the laundry's gotta get done". I start hauling in the baskets when I see one of the teen girls jerking off one of the teen boys, with a drunk elderly lady watching them from across the table with this creepy smile on her face. I just pack up and turn heels and leave; figure I'll try again tomorrow morning while everyone's at church. Drunks, I can deal with it; it's Tennessee on a Saturday night, drunk idiots is a fact of life. But I really don't want to see Granny Clampet get her perv on while the kiddies are get theirs on.