So, the other day when I was doing a lot of laundry in preparation for my move, this one woman who works at the laundromat, who's some kind of Americanized hispanic, got talking about infestations because I was talking about bedbugs, but instead of bedbugs, she started talking about lice.
"I told my daughter I'm gonna whoop her ass if her kids come home with lice one more time," she was like. "I told her, you got to bathe them, you got to use that comb three times a day, and you got to stop hanging around with the boys on the corner and leaving them at your nasty-ass in-laws."
I sympathized.
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