Bonifay, FL – One thing I’ve learned about the south, it’s hot and damp and a haven for bed bugs.
People wonder why I gravitate to churches; they offer me safehaven, a couch, and a clean bathroom.
The one day this tour I sleep in a hotel, and I find bedbugs.
I didn’t know – at first. I thought I’d been outside so much it was mosquitoes or the fire ants or yellow flies.
That is, until the bites started spreading and swelling, and a guy at the diner said “nice bed-bug bites.”
I had to get out of those clothes; I assumed everything was infested.
Pulled into the laundry in Bonifay, FL. It was $2 and I threw in everything… and I mean everything in – including the clothes I had on.
It was a rather bold show for a small town, but the bathroom at the laundromat was ‘out of order’ and locked.
At this point I lost every ounce of Catholic, school-girl modesty. I grabbed my large, Hefty garbage bag/ rain gear, poked a hole for my head and stripped off the rest of my tainted clothes.
With that I shut the lid to the washer and…… nothing; everything stopped. The water came out fine but there was no spinning or churning or washing.
So I found another machine, reloaded the wet clothes and started the process again.
I often wonder why nobody wants to come on these trips with me.
