A Nice Run By Any Measure

We moved into our house last March. Two days ago I did my first batch of laundry.

The Elder Jibes: This should once and for all destroy the facade that JB has attempted to build as Wal-Mart shoppin', Applebee's eatin', country music listenin' Joe Six Pack. It turns out that he actually has been living in a comfortable cocoon of privilege and affluence which was only recently punctured when a series of ICE raids in Rochester stripped him of most of his domestic staff (I believe that his pool boy Miguel has taken refuge in JB's expansive wine cellar). Up to this point, laundry has been one of the many jobs that Americans of JB's elite status simply won't do.