A Day in the Laundromat A boy, of maybe two or three, is whizzing around the commercial load dryerspast the mid-century vending machines and around the stacks of expired Weekly World News, launching tiny fistfuls of grease-soaked hamburger wrappers and shredded packets of ketchup into an overflowing garbage can. He's screaming "Throw away trash! Throw away trash!" It sounds delightfully normal to him, but exactly like "Poor white trash!" to everyone else. It's as if he's citing a mass autobiography. His parents shrug with embarrassment and I chucklestruggling to free a foreign, hairy sock ...
More..Lauren Rickert
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