Little luxuries

When you first come to the park, you are given sheets and a towel in a plastic bag. As you can imagine, neither are very fancy or of super high quality. They have been used and washed many a time. My sheets and towel were a light dusty blue, which is fine. Didn't think much of it. When Tim came, he got a bright gorgeous red towel. Exactly the same quality as mine, just a much better color. I was jealous, so I stole his towel, and replaced it with my blue one (after I washed it, of course). I was very happy to have the red towel.

I was doing my laundry a few days ago and as I was throwing my clothes in, I realized I had forgotten my socks, so I ran back to the bunkhouse to get them. In the process I had forgotten to throw my towel into the machine, and started it without putting the towel in. Its one of those machines that you can't open once its started. When I came back to put my clothes in the dryer, Lily, one of the women who does the housekeeping for the dorms and such, was in the laundry room, and asked if that was my towel laying on the ground. I told her yes, and that I had forgotten to put it in the machine. She proceeded to tell me something in Spanish which I didn't quite understand, but now I think she was telling me that it would bleed all over my other clothes. Which is true; I did wash it with my clothes before, and it bled slightly. But, since all my field clothes will be burned in a huge bonfire at Naranjo Beach before I leave, I don't really mind if they are discolored. She asked me a question, which I didn't quite understand, to which of course I said 'Okay.' She walked out of the laundry room, and I followed her to the room where they keep all the clean sheets and towels. She was only in there for a few seconds, but she must have been using that time to find the saddest, crappiest towel the park owns. She handed me a new towel. Thin. Pea green. Now I'm kind of sad. I miss my bright red towel. Actually, I really miss my fluffy, bubble gum pink towel I had back home. The new one has a pattern on it, and its okay, but it looks a towel that's on its way to be donated to a vet clinic, or something. And I will never have the red one back. It is going to be 4 months of crappy pea green towel. I could never go to Lily and say that I want the other towel back. What kind of a freak would I look like? It is truly the little things in life...