I'M BACK!

I got my laptop back! Woo hoo!

There are stories to tell!
The Agenda:
1. Stinky Clothes
2. Korea v. Bangladesh
3. More Meat

Stinky Clothes

I have one customer that I cannot tolerate... somewhat. She is a roommate of a friend of mine. Lately I have seen her do her laundry on her own but in the past, she would drop off her clothes at our laundromat. I will call this customer Le Stinkee. Le Stinkee is in her mid to late 20's and has a chin ring, which I cannot stand. She would drop off her clothes in the morning and pick them up in the evening. When she first started coming to us, I tried to befriend her but there was no hope =( (I think I am somewhat glad now that it didn't work out). A couple of times, when my co-worker didn't come to work, I would have to fold clothes. It was my destiny for life to fold Le Stinkee's clothes because she would always bring them when my co-worker wasn't there. Her clothing smelled. I wish I could put a smell to it so you, my readers, can get an idea of the smell. Unfortunately, I cannot. I have failed you all -sniff-

Anyways... When I put underwear in the washer, I never look at the crotch because I don't want to be horrified with a left over surprise. Looking at someones menstruation blood is not my cup of tea and it isn't pleasant. Oh, lets not forget about the poopie stains and orange crap that I sometimes find on people's underwear. -shudders- This female always had menstruation blood on her panties among other stuff and her clothes always smelled. I would always hold my breath and after a minute, I would turn around and gasp for air. Folding her clothes wasn't bad but I always dreaded folding the underwear. To see the marks was still disgusting but I formed some logic about it... the logic was "at least its clean blood..." or "at least its a clean skid mark now..." That logic worked for a while. One day it was bad. It was on the sheets too. I kept calm and poured a shit load of soap into her clothes. I even poured Greased Lightening in her stuff (by the way, have you picked up the spray?! It's good stuff!). The sheets came out clean but the underwear, didn't come out clean...I lost hope in those panties ever being clean. Now she just does the laundry herself. I rarely say hi to her since I don't see her now but when her friend is around, she is nice.

I think if I were to drop off my clothes, I wouldn't give my personals. As a matter of fact, I wouldn't drop off my clothes. I would just wash it myself and so should you. It's easier and you know what you are doing to your clothes. We have heard horror stories from customers about their clothes being dropped off  and they are pleased with out service. Unfortunately, not a lot of places in NYC are like ours and sadly, people don't appreciate it. They see our prices and complain we are expensive. People, we are expensive for a reason, your clothes don't get put with other people's clothes and we wash your stuff with REAL stuff, not generic. Oh well.

Next up, we have two different people going at it.

One lady is Korean and the other dude I think is from Bangladesh. I love the Korean female. When she comes to do laundry, we always chit chat and her son is the cutest! She is a very nice female. This guy on the other hand, was a total douche bag. When he came to do laundry, he didn't know what he was doing with the washers and would blame his stupidity on me. HELLO DUMBASS, READ THE DAMN SIGNS ON THE WASHER! When he was putting his clothes in the washer, his friend was there and he wasn't helping the situation. He would confuse his friend even more. -shakes head- Two stupid people and they both had stupid brains. You would think if they put both brains together to think, they would accomplish something but no. Instead, they made matters worse and managed to piss me off. They pissed me off to the point where I didn't even bother to help them anymore. I put my Zune player to work and ignored them. Finally they get their washer going and they leave. The dumb ass returns to the laundromat to put his clothes in the dryer and he goes to the Korean patron "Ni hao sexy" or something like that and the Korean female got pissed.

I would get pissed too. She said "I am not Chinese, I am Korean and I hate it when people think I am Chinese just because I am Asian." I don't blame her. I would be pissed too for multiple reasons. The female approaches him and asks/tells him the following:

"Do you have a mother or a sister? If someone did that to you mother or sister, would you be happy about it? What you did was NOT respectful or nice. It was rude and you wouldn't like it if I started to stereotype you. I am not Chinese, I am Korean and one more time you do that, you will regret it."

The guy bowed his head down in shame and apologized. I was listening to all this and I just started clapping from the front end of the laundromat. Haha!
People like him tend to disgust me but I would rather have that then someone grabbing my ass, which has happened on many occasions. It was grabbed by Mexicans =(

Moving on...

A guy came to do his laundry and he kept talking to me about deli meats. I would just stare at him. He would ask me if I have tried salami, pastrami, etc. I would just nod and say "uh-huh". When he asked me about a cheese,  I would say "Uh huh" and he yelled back at me "THAT'S NOT A DELI MEAT" To calm him down I said "Oh, I thought we moved on to cheeses." He didn't buy my excuse and he left. People, when someone starts talking to you about deli meats, mention cheese. It will upset them but they will get off your back!

With that being said, I am out! Sunday you guys will have your Spin Cycle post and I might be working tomorrow. If I do, I will most likely do a post. Sunday I will also update the poll and maybe get a blog picture avatar thingy. Who knows! Also, I will have links for all of you as well to check out!

RING RING: OCD TIME!

Not only do I get stupid people in person but I get them on the phone too.

This lady called 4 times to ask the same question with different wording and on the fourth time, I felt like telling her she has OCD. Her question was if this was ____________ Laundromat and four times I said yes. Well, one time out of the four she asked if this was a laundromat with other services as well. I didn't bother to ask what she meant by "other" but I hope she isn't thinking that we provide happy endings along with clean bedsheets and underwear.


Speaking of underwear, ladies... if you are wearing a thong and you are on your period, please invest in a tampon or at least pads cut out for thongs. This lady yesterday decided to go off on me because the blood wasn't removed from the underwear. I explained to her the following:

"Ma'am, unfortunately blood doesn't come out of clothing unless you pre soak it on the day it gets stained. If blood did come off of clothing and items, then serial killers wouldn't be caught."

I don't think she was too happy with my explanation. Especially the last sentence, she gave me a look as if I am disturbed. No lady, I'm not disturbed. As a matter of fact, I am disgusted that you decided to yell out that you stain your underwear with blood. I should have told her to invest in the products that I mentioned above but I just stood there listening to her tell me how her clothes should be watched. "You should do it yourself next time" is what blurted out of my mouth. She asked for the manager and I said she was speaking to the manager. The end result was that she did it herself to prove me wrong... except that she failed horribly at proving me wrong. She bleached her underwear and the blood was still there. I tried not to laugh but I thanked her for her apology (which is rare) and she went on her merry way. She came by today and dropped off more clothes to be washed and she left a generous tip. I felt like saying "keep it so you can invest in the goods" but I didn't. See how good and professional I can be at times? It's rare with stupid people...

Other then that, people are still banging on my machines and it's the same people sometimes. When I call it on them they say "oh I forgot!" Maybe I should really consider banging their head against the washer, maybe then they will remember my words. Don't fuck with your laundry person... they may seem nice and quiet, but really we could be plotting.