SPIN CYCLE

Sunday Funnies has been changed to Spin Cycle. Why? Well it seemed logical to me because Sunday doesn't only have funny stuff but useful information and such. Now it's even enhanced with stories from readers! I have one today too!

Please submit your stories or questions to lillaundrygirl@gmail.com =D

Does anyone know a site where I can upload images and get a code to paste it on here? Something other than Imageshaq or whatever it's called.


Someone during the week posted a comment asking what a "pill" is on clothing. Here is an image. Those "dot" thingies on the clothing, they are called pills. You can purchase a device to remove these little suckers or you can just ask your dry cleaners to remove it. If you don't ask, they most likely won't remove them.



Some dry cleaning advice: Please don't bring wet items to your local dry cleaners. They will most likely deny. I have this customer who *thinks* it's a good idea to pre-soak the item before giving it to me. I had to tell her several times that she is making the problem worse. Finally she stopped and now she is bitching that the stains won't get removed. Gee lady... not my fault you can't follow directions. She is the one that damaged her silk blouse with pre-soaking treatments. This is why morons shouldn't have nice things.... and when they do, I have to deal with them.

Here is a readers story. It is by To the Moon, Alice :

My laundromat is usually quiet and most people seem smart enough to function at mine. Today however not so much. You know how the arrows go up and down to point which dryer is which? Apparently she literally had no clue which way was up. She had a bottom dryer and kept hitting start for the top one. I'm just watching her stare and open and close the door and repeatedly hit the wrong button. I continue to fold my clothes and watch her. My father keeps telling her she's hitting the wrong button and to hit the other start button. Now this lady knows perfect English and so does my father so I knew this bitch was ignoring him because my dad was right next to her repeating to her it was the wrong one. (I'm sorry but it was the wrong button the first time and the next eight times after. Ain't gonna change, Lady.) I was about to tell him within her hearing range to not bother with an imbecile but then she decided to hear him and went "Oh" as she hit finally hit the right button. Didn't thank him, nothing. God I hope she doesn't drive.


Alice, I deal with people like that everyday with one or two exceptions. Your lady understood English and 80% of my customers, don't even know how form a sentence. If I were you, I would have said that to your father along with giving her a look. In my case I get the "Dryer no work. Dryer broken" deal. Not fun at all. Then I have to sit and explain to them while using hand diagrams that they are using the wrong dryer and I can't refund them. Those who are fluent in English tend to say "I don't want to use the bottom dryer, give me my money back to use the top." Of course I tell them that it is not possible but they can't understand why and when I tell them why, they refuse to understand it because they want their way. -sigh-

Moving forward...

I am going to choose a day of the week to not blog. I need a break from blogging for a day. Maybe two. I am thinking about Wednesday and Saturday.

With that being said, I am out.

I wish you all a good week and enjoy the day!

"BOBBY BROWN IS MY DAD"

I used to have a customer that would come on a weekly basis to our laundromat until she moved. She has two daughters and one of them must have been sick in the head. Actually I diagnosed her as a pathological liar. She never liked me because I would catch her on her lies but she had a thing for my co-worker. As a matter fact, I was glad she didn't like me because then she would be glued to my hip like she used to be with my co-worker. I remember one of her "lies" was that she was a child model and that everyone wants her for their shows. I inquired about what kind of shoes and what she modeled. She answered me with the typical child response that we all have said once in our young years and that is "it's a secret and I can't tell you." I am guilty of that but I didn't go as far as saying that my mother is in some secret service thing. She said that along with "it's so secret that they don't even know it is secret." I would have asked her mom if I could keep her for a week and psycho-analyze her or something... kind of like being my own lil' test subject. I would compensate them with free laundry for a month since that is the only thing I could have afforded then...

Anyways, one day she started singing that her dad was Bobby Brown and that Bobby had so much money that he would come and pick her up from her apartment. According to her the only reason she lived in the projects was because her dad, Bobby Brown wanted to protect them from the media. As she was continuing to sing the tune of "Bobby Brown is my father", the following question slipped out of my mouth... I thought it was an internal monologue but nope... she was annoying me and the following managed to slip "Your dad is a crackhead?" She stopped her singing, looked at me, and said "IM TELLING MY DADDY ON YOU!". I was tempted to say "You can't do much with a crack spoon" but I let it go. Obviously the girl isn't sane. -sigh-

We all imagine stuff. When I was little and Clinton was in office the first term, I used my pillow and pretended I was dancing at a Royal Ball or something. We have all imagined people or being something else... but I would never choose a famous crackhead to be my father.

I haven't seen the family since and I am 90% sure they moved. The mother was a health care nurse and the oldest daughter was in high school. The young one annoyed me and I would imagine tripping her on her rollie shoes or whatever the hell they are called.

Point is, don't go around singing that your dad is a famous crackhead... you will get a response like mine and eventually get bit in the ass for it but karma let me slide I guess.