Walking around in SF the other night I passed by a laundromat. Looking in the window I saw this woman cleaning out the lint from the dryers. As a kid I was always fascinated by the lint in our dryer and liked to scrape my hand over the filter to gather it into a clump. Being a kid, I never really understood where it came from just that after every load it would be there. I imagined that if anyone were to ask me what I liked to do I would respond "I like to pick the lint out of the dryer." I'm laughing now at how ridiculous this sounds but it's true and c'mon, I was probably about 8 or 9 at the time so don't judge. So, this is what I was thinking as I was looking through the window at this woman... wondering if she has ever thought about the lint in these filters... and does she enjoy her job? Does she know that somewhere there is a 9 year old dreaming of the perfect job and it is hers?
