Saturday afternoon, I sat at a laundromat in the middle of the afternoon. It was pretty quiet. It was me and two other customers, both older African-American women. Now, if you've ever used a coin laundry, you know there isn't a lot to do while your laundry is going through the wash cycle.

So these two ladies sat there, kind of absent-mindedly folding their washing. Each of them seemed to have four or five loads, so they were busy with that for a while. And I could swear they were watching me to see just how well I had been taught to sort brights, colors, and darks.

After I left, I thought that I should have said something to one, or both, of them. I wasn't necessarily looking for laundry tips, but I can't imagine they would have been any less interesting than the Thrifty Nickel classified ads.