Ryan McKern

I no longer define my class stand­ing in terms of the money I've made or the things I own. It's not even some­thing as pedes­trian as the neigh­bor­hood I live in or the car I drive.

I now define it in terms of how much time I have to spend in laundromats.

Every time I go to the laun­dro­mat it is another trip amongst the masses, a bond­ing expe­ri­ence with my fel­low prole… and I am count­ing the weeks until I can stop rub­bing shoul­ders with the every-man.

While his dis­taste­ful ten­dency to over­fill the dryer, hop­ing to save quar­ters, because he under­stands nei­ther ther­mo­dy­nam­ics 101 nor the economies of scale regard­ing the end­less wal­let of quar­ters he drops into the over­stuffed dryer that "just don't work" is amus­ing, his taste for $5.00 scratch-off tick­ets to pass the time between repeated dry­ing cycles has finally got­ten to me.