“Apologizing is different from begging, it doesn’t change your status, go ahead and get on your knees, spill tears if you got it, for the person you offended, if at all you had a place in their hearts, you’ll be totally forgiven and accepted.” ― Michael Bassey Johnson
Reality has this uncanny knack of effectively biting a person on the butt and forcing him/her to eat a slice of that much dreaded humble pie.
This is usually the case when the party in question had been flaunting their knowledge freely about insisting that they are correct and the rest of mankind terribly wrong.
This situation recently happened to me when the washing machine in my apartment building broke down and was in need of repair. Sixteen suites depended on this workhorse to clean their clothes. This meant that washer-dependent families would have to seek an alternative means to keeping their clothing clean.
During my time at university I suffered many unpleasant experiences using public laundromat facilities. Having to use such a place again even for the shortest period of time only brought back memories of badly lit, poorly managed and unsafe laundromats from my bygone days.
Fellow residents encouraged me to try this laundromat and they even raved about how well it was managed. I, being correct, refused to listen to their suggestions until that point in time when I looked in my underwear drawer and discovered that my endless supply of white jockey shorts was desperately running low. It was time to take action or suffer the consequences in silence.
Early this morning this past week about nine a.m. I threw my dirty clothing into the laundry basket and made tracks to this much referred facility. It was within walking distance of my building and with each step I took physically towards the laundromat I psychologically made three steps backwards to detain my arrival there.
When I finally arrived there I was pleasantly surprised to notice that the inside and outside area ws clean and well-kept, there was more than enough lighting inside and the machines were well-kept and spotlessly clean and downright shining.
The female manager at the service desk was friendly, helpful and proficient at her job. It was a scene from Laundromat Heaven. The place was spotless!
I finished my laundry in record time and told the attendant that she ran a top-notch facility. The photos above show the interior of the laundromat and the clean and friendly environment it houses.
The rat infested, poorly lit laundry nightmares from my earlier days were had become bad memories keeping me from using this high-tech laundry Eden.
This is my formal , public apology to all those folks who read my blog and recommended this place to me. You were right and I was wrong.
Next time I will definitely look before I lip.