MARCH... I SAID MARCH!!! (For Thursday)

This has NOTHING to do with the month of March. Nothing at all. What does it mean? The same old...same old as crazy people...crazy people that project their craziness onto their children. If the mother was part of the military it would all make sense but she isn't. She is more of a drugster than anything else. This mother is about five feet and six inches tall with a very frail frame. Her hair looks unhealthy and the blonde strands look as if they need a comb badly. She had a North Face coat on and her sneakers are Nike in white...they were sparkling clean. I look over to the kids and they were just wearing hoodies and their sneakers and shoes look beat up and dirty. There is nothing wrong with hoodies! As a matter of fact, I love them; however in this type of weather, I would bundle up my child. Oh yeah, two of the children, their pants were short, you could see their ankles.

There is your description! Now onto the story!

Yesterday I worked at the Laundromat for an hour. I am sick again. This time I am coughing too. Joy. Hence why I didn't blog this entry yesterday, Nyquil knocked me out. Anyways... I was sitting in the front area behind the counter and all of the sudden I hear someone yelling "MARCH!" The first thing that came to mind was "oh great, an invasion!" and the second thought was "huh, it must not be zombies since they just grunt." I took a sip on my tea and my eyes focused on the entrance door. Normally I ignore stuff like this but I think a part of me deep down secretly wanted to know what was going to walk into the door.

As my eyes are fixated on the door, a parade of four kids and a drugged out mother walk in. They walked in with a military formation, marching away... and the kids were responding to the mother's yell of "GET WITH IT, MARCH, MARCH, MARCH!" then I hear "I SAID MARCH DAMNIT!" Poor kids looked miserable. If one of the kids becomes a serial killer, the mother is to blame. The little girl seemed like she was dreading what her mother was doing, as if it was a punishment just to punish the kids. I was interested and amazed. It's as if she was forming her own little army and taking my dream of taking over the world. Meh... actually I don't want to pop out babies yet to start the army and seeing what her kids are feeling, I prefer not to be a tyrant.

Once she started putting the clothes in the washer, she started to order the kids around and slowly, she was backing away to allow the kids do the laundry while she filed her nails. I smell a total psycho bitch. She continued to yell and I started to have other customers come to me with complaints. Believe it or not, I reached four complaints. I approach the psycho bitch and I ask her to lower her voice and to use her "indoor" voice. Everyone knows the indoor voice... we learn that crap from pre-k! She snapped at me. She told me "last time I checked, it's a free country." I blinked at her and decided to go all tyrant on her ass. I told her "last time I checked, this is MY Laundromat and MY democracy in here. Lower your voice!" She gasped and pulled back. She stopped yelling but she didn't stop giving orders to the kids. If I was a multi-millionaire, I would grab those kids and take them away from the mother. I felt so bad for them.

I don't get it... why would a mother dress herself warm and in designer but let her kids freeze and wear clothes that don't fit them? Obviously if she can afford Nike and name brand clothes, she can dress her children more appropriately. -sigh-

In the past when I saw kids wear clothes that didn't fit them or even mothers who looked like they needed a warm coat, I would give a sheet of paper with charities that give out clothing and sometimes even food. I stopped doing that because a couple of times, the adults would get angry/upset and tell me "what, you think I need this because of how I look?" Now, I would explain to these people that I would watch them for a couple of weeks and this is what I determined. Majority of the people were thankful about my gesture and half of those people would come back to me saying "thank you so much for helping me". After a while, I stopped because of the people that would argue with me. It took a lot of energy out of me due to explaining my justification along with other stuff.

After all that, I went home and I went home with a lesson learned.

The lesson that I learned is, to start a cult or a small army... you need your own spawn to start it.

BED BUGS

Before I get into the story, I just want to apologize for not making a Spin Cycle post yesterday. I was busy during the day and at night, I had to do with some real life issues and people. Guess you can say "shit happens". Don't worry though, this coming Sunday you will have a super duper Spin Cycle post.

Now, onto today. New York has a big issue with bed bugs. Luckily, it has been a long time since a customer came to our laundromat with bed bugs. Until today, today a stupid customer decided to come  to our laundromat to get rid of the little suckers.

First off, she didn't wash her clothes. She just tossed them in the dryer. BIG MISTAKE. I can't stress this enough. If you have bed bugs you MUST WASH ALL OF YOUR BELONGINGS! When you do wash them, you have to wash them on hot. I am contemplating on putting a couple of fliers up in the laundromat with instructions on how to wash clothes if someone is infested with bed bugs. Anyways, I told my co-worker that I am going to approach her and ask her to wash her clothes. My co-worker told me not to so she wouldn't get offended. Fuck if I care if she gets offended. She is doing it wrong and she will get infested again. I approached the female patron and told her the following "Hey! I know you have -that- problem and I recommend you wash them because by just drying them, you aren't doing much." She snapped at me and said "Who is going to pay for it? You? No you aren't. So mind your own business." That's when my logic kicked in. I told her "The amount that you are paying for the exterminator, wouldn't it be worth it to just do the job right instead of bringing an exterminator again?" She thought about it and she took her clothes out and put them in a washer. I was shocked. Really shocked... customers normally don't listen to me. When she removed her clothes from the dryer, I put a plastic bag over my body and hiked up my pants so I can clean the dryer and make sure there isn't anything left behind. I put the dyer on hot for 60 minutes to make sure stuff is dead in there. I even cleaned the area after she left too. Mopped with heavy bleach and I worked the washers she used too so the inside can rinse out.

When she was leaving, she thanked me for giving her the advice with bed bugs. For once I can say my logic worked.

People, when you have bed bugs ALWAYS remove EVERYTHING from the infected area and wash the items or dry clean them. Do NOT clean the infested area. First you must let the exterminator do his chemical business thingy and THEN clean the area. Then you can put everything back in it's place. Having bed bugs now is pretty acceptable and one should not be ashamed of them. It's more of a pain in the ass than anything. Ask a laundry employee for help or do research on the internet to figure out what you need to do. You are doing more harm by not telling a laundry employee that you have a bed bug problem.

If you need more tips on bed bugs, feel free to email me at Lillaundrygirl@gmail.com

PAID

I finally got paid by Cheapo (look at Irritated and Irritated part 2 for details). I was supposed to get paid yesterday but he wasn't there. Well actually, he was supposed to pay me yesterday (Monday) and he said he wasn't in the office.

You know what really pissed me off though? He really was in the office but didn't have the money. I found this out by Moshe. Moshe asked me when he is paying me and I told him "Well, he was supposed to pay me today but he isn't in the office." Moshe smirked and shook his head. I knew what was going on and I asked "He really is in the office, isn't he?" He nodded.

PISSED I TELL YAH!

Today he didn't answer the door when I was ringing it. I stood outside a bit. Nothing. I went to the car and I slammed the door. Then I hear from the intercom "hello, hello, HELLO!?" and I yell "IT'S LAUNDRY GIRL" There was a pause. I could feel a self monologue from him that went like this "shit, shit, shit"... finally his secretary opens the door for me and he is taking money out of his pocket. I took his last two one hundred dollar bills. He gave it to me with a mean look and said "here you go dear". I just blinked, thanked him, grabbed the money, and left.

You'd think that I was the mafia for him to hide like that but really, I'm not. It was only $240... nothing more... I want my money just as much as he wants his skirts. Maybe I should become my own mafia with only me in it to scare him into the fuckin money. Instead of smoking a cigar and asking "wheres the money?" I would be sucking on a lollipop. -shakes head-

Next time I am making a non-kosher comment towards Cheapo. Also, today I wanted to deflate Moshe.

SPIN CYCLE

You know what sucks? Me losing all of my laundry links to post for the Spin Cycle posts. There were videos, pictures, and random stuff. I had to reinstall Windows last week because HP tech support decided to make my laptop worse. -sighs- It's okies though! I will find everything.

Hope everyone is enjoying there day! It's Valentines Day but I really don't observe this day. Even if I had a boyfriend, it would just be like any other day for us. Today is really just a day for Hallmark and Hersheys to make extra money. My logic is, why focus on love on one specific day when it should really be everyday? Oh well!

Here's a note for everyone and hopefully you absorb this information because an argument can be avoided! If your zipper breaks and you take it to your local tailor, do know that the zipper that they will use to replace the broken will be better quality and will NOT be the exact color as your previous zipper. Why? Well, when factories make coats with zippers, they do not splurge on the good quality zipper since they cost a lot. YKK is the best brand for zippers. One YKK zipper may vary from three dollars to sixteen dollars. As for the color, factories order the zipper made for that color coat. The tailor (if he or she is good) will try to match the zipper color to coat color as close as possible. It will either be lighter or darker than the original color. This is useful information to know or to explain to customers because then there isn't a misunderstanding.

Two days ago a customer came to pick up her North Face coat and she was complaining that the color on the zipper didn't exactly match the coat. I told her the above and she didn't believe me. She wanted her money back but I refused to give it to her. I explained to her that when she dropped it off, I told her the above. She sucked in her teeth to make a noise and left. On her way out she said "I ain't comin back to dis ghetto place" I said "good, we dun like ghettoness in here" She was NOT happy. She did leave though. Hey, she deserved it!

Every week I share a story that a reader sends me or I answer questions from readers. This week, Mike from Kansas sent me three stories! Woo hoo! However, I will be sharing one and then the others next week. Here is Mike's story:

Mr. Scary

The first time Mr. Scary came in was close to closing time one night. He is big and tall, bearded and alway dressed in black. He always uses the same two small washers and always sits in back. He pre-spots his "work clothes" with some magic formula that always leaves a black powder on the folding table and inside the washers. He wears geek glasses and is always reading some thick book while waiting for his clothes. He always drags a chair over with him to be in front of the dryers. Often, he walks to the bathroom, stops and stands, looking at the TV for a few minutes on his way there and back.

One night, out of nowhere, he asked me if we were going to start staying open later. I told him I didn't think so right now. Then he asked me if I needed someone to work in the laundromat, he would like the job. Needless to say, I told him no. Later, he said he was getting a job driving an ice cream truck around the neighborhood.

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Ah Mike, I used to have a Mr. Scary and he tried to dye his clothes with black dye. He always wore black. I never allowed him to dye his clothes though. Often I remember him and I wonder where he is. One night I actually had a dream about him and he tried to melt my face off with an iron. NOT a fun dream!

I'm not sure the kids will be happy with Mr. Scary.... -shudders-

With that being said, I'm signing out!

Have a good one guys!

IRRITATED PART 2

I know today is my day off from posting in my blog but I wanted to. I should rather say that I needed to post because I need to rant and ranting is always good.

Yesterday I mentioned that Moshe wanted me to deliver the black skirts to him so he can complete his order for Thursday evening; however the problem was that I didn’t know if I was going to deliver the items due to the blizzard in NYC.

I ended up delivering the skirts to him.

I was not pleased that he called me early in the morning to do so either. I should put my phone on silent or vibrate at least. He calls me and asks the following “hey laundry girl, can you deliver the skirts to me please? I need them.” I told him to tell Cheapo to have the money ready.

So I get out of bed cranky and I look outside to see a blanket of snow covering the ground. My exact reaction was “oh fuck, I better get paid for this shit.” Thankfully I have a jeep with four wheel drive and it took me to where I needed. I drop them off at his place and I go to him “your five skirts are delivered.” He says the following (which pissed the fuck out of me) “oh, why did you bring them in this weather? I saw what it looked like outside. Also, I completed my order but thanks for bringing them.” Really? I had a look on my face that projected “I’m going to fuckin’ kill you”. I told him “you, you asked me to bring them to you because you needed them and they were important, you could have called.” He apologized but I didn’t accept it or anything. I turned my back to him. I asked him if he got any word from Cheapo and Moshe said that he didn’t come to work because of the snow. ARE YOU FUCKIN KIDDING?! YOU FUCKIN ASSHAT, YOU GOT ME OUT OF BED TO BRING YOU SKIRTS WHICH YOU DIDN’T EVEN FRIGGIN NEED?! WHAT. THE. FUCK!? If I were to kill him on the spot, it would be my fault. Not his. This also led me to believe that whenever he rushes me with the skirts, he really doesn’t need them. As a matter of fact, it makes sense. I believed that he rushed me for nothing a long time ago but today really did confirm it.

I saw olive colored table skirts still on the hanger and in plastic. My memory is excellent and I remember him saying “I need these olive skirts back as soon as possible, they are for a wedding.” I remember picking them up in the morning around 9:00am and dropping them off at 3:00pm. He never used them. If he did use them, then I would be cleaning them again after the wedding. So Cheapo is really cheap and Moshe just likes to feel important. Great. Really, I shouldn’t complain because it’s money coming in for the owner and it’s how I get paid but if money doesn’t show up on Monday, Cheapo is REALLY going to hear it from me.
I have patience and I am a calm person but when I am being dragged around and treated unprofessionally, then I can get pretty mean.

I HATE GRADE A ASSHATS!

Next up, there is a friggin blizzard going on outside. Why is the Laundromat busy?! Why are people doing laundry when they can be at home in a warm bed or couch watching television or something?! WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU COME AND DO LAUNDRY WHEN THERE IS ALMOST A FOOT OF SNOW OUTSIDE!? WHY!? Oh I know why… these people are destined to make my life difficult. Then again, they are the customers that are labeled as “stupid”. I got a good bunch of them today. Then again, they were the only bunch. One customer kept asking me over and over if bleach is only for white clothes. I told him to read the label after the fifth time. Another customer put coins in the wrong washer and started it up. Another one put soap in a wrong washer and asked me to reimburse the soap to them. I just stared at the customer and walked away. I was NOT in the mood to deal with them. Then I had a customer who decided that it would be a good idea to dye her clothes in the washer with hot water. I stopped her. My favorite one is the one who was confused with the mirrors. The mirrors reflect some of the equipment and he kept asking me how he could get to that side. Really?

I need to sleep and I need to get my money on Monday.

THE BET

Last week I made a bet with a customer of mine. The bet was the following:
If he finished his laundry before I finished doing two loads (each around 30 pounds), then he would get two weeks’ worth of free wash (one load per week). If he didn’t, then he wouldn’t get anything and secretly he would be known as a failure.

Pretty sweet incentive right? He thought so and so did I! The owner doesn’t have a clue about this bet but hey, this place can practically be identified as my own at this rate. Plus the cash for the free laundry would be coming out of my pocket.

The reason I made this bet is because this customer takes six hours to do one load of laundry. Unfortunately, I am NOT exaggerating. He would come in at 2:00pm to put his wash and he would leave. Then he would return five minutes before or after closing to pick up his laundry. Oh yeah, at one point he would come back to toss his laundry in the dryer. The point of this bet was to show him that it isn’t hard to stick around to do one load of laundry. By the time he finishes a newspaper or whatever, he would be done. Plus I get to go home early if I don’t stick around for him to come and pick up his laundry. Actually, I don’t stick around for him at all now. He is one of –those- customers who think that the world works around him. He claims to be a star too. I wonder if I could hit him with a reality brick. Is that against the law?

Sometimes I want to pat this customer on the head and patronize him by saying “of course you are a star. I bet the people at Olive Garden know that too.” He is a waiter. Not at Olive Garden BUT it is a major food chain. –shakes head-
Today I reminded him about the bet and I had two bags ready to put in the wash. I started to put the laundry in at the same time he started to put his laundry in the washer. I asked him if he was sticking around and he said “I will be back in twenty minutes”. Our washers run for twenty-eight minutes. Thirty minutes later, he doesn’t show up and I am already putting the two different loads of clothes in the dryer. He can still make to win the bet. Forty minutes pass and I remove the first load from the dryer and I start to fold. I think to myself *this guy has another forty-five minutes. He better make it.* He was nowhere in sight.

In a way I was kind of glad that he didn’t show up because then the money would remain in my pocket. Will I continue to wait for him? No. If he complains, the owner of this place will side with me. Even the owner asked “who the hell takes six hours to do laundry?” I answered “he does apparently.” Oh well. He had an opportunity to get two weeks’ worth of free wash as well as to see that being in a Laundromat for an hour isn’t that bad when you have something to do.

I have seen people stay in the Laundromat for three hours because they had a crap load of laundry to do and they hardly complain. What’s his excuse? Probably scratching his balls and dreaming about his dream mansion now that he is a “star”. I really need to research if it is illegal to hit someone with a reality brick.

I wouldn’t mind if someone took his clothes from the dryer while he was out and about instead of being in the Laundromat. It would teach him a lesson. Then again, I can see him blaming it on me or whoever is on duty because his clothes were missing. Meh, he would get the same answer I give others “you should have stayed in the Laundromat to monitor your property, not our fault.”

Oh well. Sucks for him and I learned my lesson to not bother making bets with customers. It’s for the best for my pocket.

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!

TMI

TMI= Too much information

I consider myself to be an open person. Cynical at times too but that isn’t important. A lady walked up to me after putting her laundry in the wash and she just started talking to me. She acted as if I were her best friend. I guess she didn’t catch on to my facial expression, which was “what the fuck?” First she was complaining about her husband and how he doesn’t help out at home or with the laundry. Now, keep in mind this happened on Friday and I was sick. I couldn’t swallow, my glands were swollen, and later on in the night, I was running a fever.
As I was saying, she was complaining about her husband and I told her “ha! You should make him sleep on the couch.” See, I tossed that into the conversation thinking maybe she would leave me alone. Nope. I was wrong. She replied “I would but the thing is that he is good in bed.” I wanted to ignore that. Sadly, she didn’t stop there. She continued to say “the best thing is, we don’t have to use a condom because my tubes are tied.” I cocked my head to the right and I just looked at her. I wondered if I was imagining all this due to all the medication I took at once (Tylenol, Advil, alieve, Dayquil, and some other stuff. Hey, I’m still alive), but I wasn’t imagining it. It was truly happening. All I said was “oh… that’s cool…” She agreed with me. Then she asked me how I have sex. I told her “oh, well you see… it’s kind of hard to have sex with a cartoon. Communication between me and Pikachu just isn’t working out.” Her head went back and he eyes opened and she said “what? Is that code for something?” I shook my head sideways.

To think that my reply would make her leave was only a dream. She sat there and continued to talk. She told me about her daughter from her first marriage and how she obtained an STD. Lovely lady. Real classy… I applaud to you and your stupidity. Finally my time to leave came. I excused her and told her to have a nice one. She said “it was nice talking to you, we should do this again.” I looked at her and told her “yes, next time, please keep the TMI to yourself.” Guess she didn’t know what that meant.

If you are wondering what she looks like, think obese and white trailer trash. She looked like a stuffed sausage in a brown sweat suit. The back read “Preious”… I think the “c” was hidden between her… you know what, never mind… I’ll spare you all the mental image.

THIS ISN'T MCDONALDS

A few posts ago, I posted an entry about a dude and his skateboard. This dude was and still is rude and obnoxious. He is the one that fell flat on his face because he was skateboarding in the laundromat. Today he won the honor of being a douche bag. Well actually, he won it a very long time ago. One day he was doing laundry with his wife or girlfriend and they had a quarrel. He punched her in the stomach while yelling at her for not folding his socks right and then he stormed out of the laundromat. He is psychotic and he even looks the part! Gah! I wish I had my camera today!

Anywhoots...

When someone gives me money, they normally tell me what they want. Its either soap or quarters. This butt munch gave me his dollar bill along with a look. Not one word about what he wanted. He just stood there repeating "please wait" over and over again. I should have told him "a mentally disabled person is brighter than you!" It's quite hard to get me pissed me off but this guy succeeded in doing so.

Me: What do you need?
Skateboarding douche bag (SDB): Please wait, please wait, please wait.
Me: Excuse me?
SDB: Please wait Please wait...
(I cut him off)
Me: Well, we don't offer that but if you would be so kind to use more words to tell me what you need with this dollar, I would appreciate it.
(I really wasn't happy to help him. As a matter of fact, I dislike this dude.)
SDB: When I go to Mcdonalds and I hand them a dollar, they know what I want.
Me: Last time I checked, this is a laundromat and we don't have a dollar menu. So either tell me what you want or I will give you your buck back and just ignore you.
SDB: PLease wait please wait
(I got aggravated and he sees this)
SDB: okay, just give me quarters.

I hand it to him without saying anything. He comes back two minutes later and says "please wait please wait please wait" and cracks up. If the fucker sees that his dark clothes have been bleached, it wouldn't be my fault. -whistles- As a matter of fact, I should tell him "please wait, your report is being processed and it will take a month to get your complaint to the general manager, have a good day."

Well okay... I wouldn't go that far... but I am hoping he falls flat on his face again! He really is a docuhe bag.

In other news, a lady comes in asking for her wedding dress that she dropped off six years ago. Hey lady, where have you been? She gave me the excuse that she forgot. If this was my wedding dress, I wouldn't forget to pick it up. It would be my priority. I told her that we gave it away to charity. She wasn't pleased and she started to go off on me. I pointed to the sign that states "clothing left in the dry cleaners for over six months will be given to charity." She went on and on about her dress being precious and sentimental. I replied "Well, I guess it didn't mean much to you for you to forget it for six years! Sorry!"  She was furious. She called her husband... not sure what he was going to do about it. Its not like the dress would magically appear... hmm, that line just made me want to eat Lucky Charms. I should have asked the wedding dress lady to go get me some. I would have also told her "well, on the bright side, someone else is enjoying your dress" but that would have been a bit insensitive. Oh well!

I think I need to go for an eye exam...

Update: The douche bag did fall flat on his face. He slipped on the rubber mat while trying to dry his shoes. I laughed out loud this time. I may have pointed too.

SUNDAY FUNNIES

Today I am going to keep it short with a video... I have a toothache =(

The video I am going to post shows a female making homemade soap. People believe that homemade soap is better but really, it isn't. In some cases it works on clothing that isn't dirty but in many cases, for heavy soiled clothing- it doesn't work. If you think about it, the money that you spend on obtaining these ingredients, will most likely end up costing more. Especially if you live in city. Also, why would someone want to use their kitchen items to make this soap? To me, that is disgusting. Of course you can clean them after but... no... I will buy my soap thank you very much. Maybe it's the toothache speaking or maybe she is truly annoying... basically I just want to choke her.

I made soap once... from animal lard in biology class back in college. I remember my partner in my lab group had very oily hands after using the home made soap.

Bottom line is, just buy your soap. Don't put your health in danger by using kitchen tools to make homemade soap... -shakes head- If you want to go a natural way to clean your clothes, then buy the organic soap stuff. Even those don't work too well in getting the stains out but if it will make you happy and you like to spend eight bucks for a twelve load bottle, go for it. Just don't come complaining to me after saying "my stuff isn't getting cleaned!" If you do I will say "Well duh dumbass! You aren't using powerful detergent!" Okies, maybe I won't call the person a dumbass but hey, I can think it!

Here is the video:





THE FACT THAT THIS LADY IS PUTTING A TOWEL OVER A FOOD PROCESSOR, KIND OF SAYS SOMETHING... I wonder how many times she had to sniff this stuff before she came up with the towel idea.

She claims that it is cheaper but I submit not. Guess she didn't take the time to think about people's schedule either. If a person in the city is working a 9-5 job, with slight overtime, along with errands on a Saturday, and laundry on a Sunday, they wouldn't have time to make soap. So realistically, it is better to just buy the damn soap already! If you are smart, you can find laundry detergent cheaper in some places. Don't forget you can also print coupons from online as well as get the detergent from a 99 cent store as opposed to a super market.

This lady makes me want to stab her.

Here is a tip for the day:

If you are out for the night and you spill something on your blouse or whatever you are wearing, dab a tissue or towel with club soda/seltzer to remove the stain. It might not remove it as a whole but it won't set for the night! Do NOT scrub it with soap and water, you will damage your garment!

THE YES MAN

Just to let all of you know, my brain has been taken over by stick figures. I think I have been inhaling too much laundry detergent. The whole day I pictured people in stick figure form. They all looked the same. Heh...

Today has been quiet and I was being nice to customers. I thought I would try the nice approach and it somewhat worked, except for the asshats that don't know how to greet or have manners. Manners are important people...

I will call this guy the Yes Man (YM). All he knew how to say was "yes" as well as other words but mostly "yes". I felt bad for him because he seemed lost and he was nice. I did get irritated a bit because it felt as if I was babysitting him and his clothes. Here is what went on:

He was standing in front of the counter with his back to me and I say:

Me: Hi! Do you need help?
YM: Yes.
Me: Okies. Well, the washers are there and you can wash!
YM: Yes.
Me: Okay
YM: Yes. I here new.
Me: Okay, I will show you.
Ym: Yes.
Me: These are the small ones.
YM: Yes. Soap.
Me: We sell it over there.
YM: Yes.

I'm not going to type up the whole dialogue but that is all he would say... "yes"... so you can get an idea as to why I got irritated; however, I kept my cool and helped him with a sunny side smile.

Aside from him, I had this one retard who thought the dryers were voice activated. Instead of putting his dryer on hot, he left it on warm and left the premises. When he came back, I saw him putting the quarters into the dryer and saying "hot" over and over again. Once again, the dryer was left on warm. I passed by him and  I told him "uh, sir... you need to put it on hot by pushing the button."  He tells me something in Spanish and all I understood was "gracias."


I wonder if there is a way to buy brain cells in bulk and hand them out for free at my laundromat. -sighs-

NO REALLY? SERIOUSLY?

In my laundromat we have over fifteen laundry carts. Three out of those fifteen carts, have a hanger thingy on them. At some point today, three of those carts were being utilized by customers. (Yes, I counted for the sole purpose to make a point). You would think a customer would go for an empty cart so they can cart away their wet clothes to the dryer. Nope. Why would someone do that? That thought requires too much logic and a high amount of brain cells to work.

I was going through a laundry magazine (I have resulted to one of "those" people) and I look up after a question was asked. The question was "excuse me, is this cart being used?" She had her hand over the cart in a claw like form ready to grab the items from that cart to put them somewhere else. I stared at her, then at the laundry cart, and then back her and then I replied with a "yes" along with a *wtf* look. She looked shocked while she was staring at me and she didn't move for a couple of seconds. I guess not many people tell her "no", except for me. After the "yes" I told her to go to the back, where there was a large quantity of carts available.

Why... why... Why would she want to touch some random person's dirty laundry bag??? Just WHY?! To me, it doesn't make any sense!!! I must have missed the stupid bus once again.
Mind you this female is a teenager so her boyfriend comes along, with acne full on his face and braces and decides to put quarters in the wrong dryer. By the way, the dryer clearly stated "OUT OF SERVICE =(" Stupid people deserve each other, I just fear for their spawn....

I DRIVE TAXI (Wednesdays post)

I will admit that yesterday I did not feel like posting. I was zombified. I only had three hours of sleep the night before because Mr. Toss and Ms. Turn decided for me that I didn't need sleep. I managed to cut caffeine out of my diet and when I cad that large cup of coffee yesterday, I felt worse after drinking it.

Anywhoots, now I present to you yesterday post!

My co- worker took someones laundry as a drop off and the guy failed to answer the "do you have any blanket, rugs, or comforters in your bag" question. Fortunately, there was a reason to it. It wasn't his laundry bag. It was his brothers. What my co-worker failed to do is call the actual owner of the laundry bag and ask if he wanted his blanket to be washed. Unfortunately, the brother gave the owners name on the ticket but not the phone number. As a matter of fact, the number that was given to me was linked to a restaurant. -sighs- We decided to wash the blanket and not charge it full price. The reason we didn't charge full price was because I didn't want to deal with the owner of the clothes at pick up time. Sadly, he gave me a hard time and I concluded that I should charge people full price no matter what because miserable people will never be pleased at a friendly (with a motive) discount.

He comes at night and his to pick up his crap and the total was 37.85. Without the blanket it would have been 32.85. Now, if I were to charge the blanket at a normal price, it would have been twelve dollars more. He bitched and moaned about the price and I let him. I just had my hand out while he was doing that so I can get the cash. He didn't look at my facial expression which was *I don't give a fuck, give me the money you moron* Why is he a moron? Well because of this... Oh before I go ahead with the dialogue, I will give you a description of him. He is Mexican, his height is about 5'4", approximately 175 pounds, black hair, tanned, and his two front teeth were made out of gold. His accent was thick and his English was decent. This is what went on:

Moron (ron): Why so much?
Me: Well, we charged you for the blanket but not at full price and we also deducted the weight of the blanket from your bag. This way, you wont pay more.
Ron: But why do I have to pay for it?
Me: Because it is clean?
Ron: How much you charge for the blanket? -He is saying this while he is going through his stack of cash-
Me: Being that it is a Queen size, we charge twelve but I only charged you five dollars. You didn't give me the right phone number for me to call you.
Ron: Why I pay so much?
Me: Because we cleaned your stuff and those are our prices.
Ron: But why?
-I felt like saying "chicken thigh" or "because you touch yourself at night"-
Me: Your total is 37.85.
Ron: I no drop this off. My brother did.
Me: Well we asked him and now it is clean. Would you have preferred if we didn't wash it?
(here is the line)
Ron: I drive taxi!
Me: Well, good! I work at a laundromat!
Ron: Taxi!
-This is where I thought *great, he is going to kill me*-
Me: Okies, thank you!
Ron: *mumbles something is Spanish* I never come back! Why did my brother come here?
Me: Oh! I know! Because you told him to take your clothes to the laundromat to have them cleaned!

He wasn't too happy about the last line. He did hold up the line of customers but all four of them said they were entertained. They also sided with me and one of them said "your sarcasm really shined with that last line." I think I may have blushed when he said that but I'm not too sure... Oh well!

Thanks to him, I believe that all gypsy cab owners are crazy and I don't think I will be getting in one anytime soon.

LINKS MEANT TO BE CLICKED!

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FOOD IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN LAUNDRY

This is too funny. Scary but funny.

I was putting tags on dress shirts and out of the blue, the door opens with a loud *bam* and all I hear is "Un-Fuckin Believable." I turn to see who it was that came into the store and it was a short female, in her late 20's with long black hair. She must have weighed around 220 pounds. After storming in, she continues her walking rampage to the back of the store and all I hear is "WHY THE FUCK DID YOU TAKE MONEY OUT OF THE ACCOUNT? ALL YOU ARE DOING IS LAUNDRY. HURRY YOUR FUCKIN ASS UP. I WANT FOOD AND I AM HUNGRY YOU STUPID BITCH!" The other girl, who I will assume is her sister asked the psycho to "simmer" down. She didn't. She continued to yell and scream. Oh yeah, while she was yelling "GET YOUR ASS OUT OF HERE NOW! YOU DON'T NEED TO SPEND SO MUCH FUCKIN TIME IN THE LAUNDRY. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? I AM HUNGRY", she slammed her hand into my washer.

Here is an analogy:
Mother is protective to her newborn as laundry employee is protective to her washers.

Bitch better not mess with my washers...

I asked the psycho bitch to stop yelling and to not hit the machines. She turns to me and yells "DON'T YAH TELL ME WHAT TO DO! YOU AIN'T MAH MOTHER." You are right, I am not your mother and I thank the heavens for that. If I were your mother, I would whoop your ass and teach you manners you damn whale! After yelling a bit more at her assumed sister and making a fool out of herself, she storms to the front and before she exits she yells "YAH BETTER HURRY YOUR ASS UP. I WANT MAH CHICKEN."

I lost it there. Once I heard that she wants her chicken, I sat in a chair and just laughed. I may find this funny because I have been in the laundromat since 8:30 am with only two mini breaks which I used to email my friend. That is almost 12 hours. Therefore, the above situation is hysterical to me. I just picture that scenario over and over again and to me, it never gets old.

Also, I will be taking pictures now of items that I find interesting. Someone in the past had notified me that they would LOVE to see what some of these people looked like but unfortunately, I don't have a cool camera phone and I can't really point a camera at someone without explaining the reason I am taking a photo. However, pictures of people items is no harm! For instance, on a pair of boxer briefs today, there was a worn on ribbon saying "limited edition underwear" and I thought *can I cut this off? What is the point of it? Does he wear it when he gets laid and secretly thinks that the ribbon is a "good job" award?* So yeah, the camera will be coming with me at work. What do you guys think?

A LETTER TO...

... Williamsburg, the mother of spawning hipsters and yuppies.

Dear People of Williamsburg,

Majority of you living in Williamsburg are starving "artists" yet you come from families that are loaded with money. These parent's send you off to another state or town just to satisfy your crave of the current trend. Unfortunately, these parent's do not send off their kids with a brain. It must be left behind or they must have been dropped when they were a wee bit lad. In addition the parent's have forgotten to teach their children the basics of math as well as laundry. I am 99.9% sure that Williamsburg has at least a laundromat where people can do laundry. If not, then that explains why the hippies/yuppies that are moving into my town, are retarded.

So Williamsburg, please teach your spawns of a trend to use the laundromat properly or open up more laundromats and offer classes.

Sincerely,

LLG

I have no words for today. Well, actually I do... since I am typing this blog.

It's 6:35 pm and the laundromat is pretty busy. The door opens and in walks a tall and thin male with curly long hair wearing a fedora. Half of his face is covered with acne. His shirt is black and white plaid and the undershirt is red. He is wearing tight skinny jeans. Put it this way... his jeans are so tight that you can make out his... you know what... never mind... anyways... he brings in two bags worth of laundry and he is pacing back and forth trying to figure out which washers he is going to use. He uses the ones that are right in front of the counter area. I let out a long "sigh" because I knew what was coming.


First off, the moron uses four washers and then he puts bleach in the washer with the mixed color clothing. Then he inserts quarters... the quarter wouldn't be accepted by the machine. Without looking up I told him "don't you even dare to bang the machine. I see you. Use the coin return button." I think I scared him because he jumped a bit. He had trouble putting quarters into the machine and I asked him if he needed help and he said "no." It was HILARIOUS watching him trying to coordinate his hand with putting the quarter in the slot and then pushing the button. I did an eye roll and went to help him. He gave me the quarter and I put it in the coin slot without any trouble. Now, here is where he was having trouble with his math... our machine takes 7 quarters and he inserted four quarters, leaving him with three more quarters to go.

He complained that the machine didn't register the fourth quarter, but it did. The counter was showing that he needed to put in three more quarters but he was convinced that the machine didn't register it. I think he has ingrown curls in his brain... anyways, I open up the coin box and I show him that there are four quarters in there. Then I take my index finger and point out that he needs to put in three more quarters. He got pissed.

Fuck if I care that he got pissed. Not my fault he refuses to use his brain. Other people around him were snickering and laughing. I felt like saying "Uh dude, Williamsburg called and they are looking for their residential moron, they are missing you." Trust me, I was biting my tongue.

I can't stress enough that doing laundry is NOT a hard thing to do! Certain things that come with it as well, it isn't hard to achieve. Can we bring back School House Rock? Except this time, make a mini episode about laundry and math...

For those who don't remember School House Rock, here is a YouTube video:



Also, if this post seems a bit off, forgive me. I am sleep deprived and pretty exhausted.

RUGATTACK

Rugattack (rug-attack) is a word that I just made up and it is used when people get into a bitchy mode over a rug charge. Actually, I just changed it from Rugattack to Rugrage.

Yesterday, a petite female came into my Laundromat. I will call her Bitchiana.
Bitchiana dropped off 40-something pounds worth of laundry and when she dropped it off, I asked her specifically if she had any rugs, blankets, or comforters in her bag. See, in my Laundromat we charge extra for items like that. Now if the rug isn’t thick and it’s just a flimsy rug, we won’t charge; however if it is a thick cotton rug, we charge it. We charge these items because it takes FOREVER to dry and we keep feeding the dryer quarters. Sometimes, a thick cotton rug will take up to five bucks in quarters to dry. We would charge the customer between 5-8 bucks extra on their slip. We even have signs taped on the counter and to the wall letting the customers know that these items are charged extra. Another customer of mine doesn’t want his rug dried because he doesn’t want to pay the extra money. He let us know from day one and he doesn’t have a problem with it. On the other hand, this lady was a total bitch.

Now, throughout the story keep in mind the following details, I asked her if she had another of the above items in her laundry bag and she answered with a no. In addition, she isn’t our regular customer and she complained about stuff that WE did but really, we didn’t. Oh yeah and all of this happened BEFORE we serviced her laundry bag. Furthermore, I introduce to you the dialogue of last night and this morning.

Bitchiana (B): Drop off.
Me: Sure~ It will be ready tomorrow night at 6pm. Is that ok?
B: Yes.
Me: Do you have any blankets, rugs, or comforters?
B: No but I have pillow cases.
Me: We don’t charge pillow cases unless the actual pillow is in there. Do you have the actual pillow in there? We charge extra for those things.
B: No.
Me: And no rugs or anything?
B: Nope. Bed sheets and a couple of clothes.
Me: Okays, no problem.
B: Just make sure you don’t shrink my stuff.
Me: Well, we don’t dry peoples clothing on hot unless it is a rug or something. Also just to let you know, clothing over time shrink.
-Bitchianas voice turns demanding and bitchy-
B: I am talking about my pillow cases. You guys shrink my stuff.
Me: And you have brought your clothes to us?
B: Yes.
Me: Oh. Hm. I don’t remember you but that must have happened when you brought them somewhere else.
B: No! I bring them here.
Me: Well, your stuff will be ready tomorrow. Good night.

Bitchiana flashed me with this look of evil… As if she was going to punch me in the face.

Now as you can see from the dialogue, I was being nice and I explained to her how we work. She on the other hand wasn’t so nice but I ignored her for the mere fact that my shift was ending and I just didn’t want to be “upset”.
Today, I went to the Laundromat to fold a couple of stuff. I was asked to come in early since the owner had to go to a private affair. I was sorting through Bitchiana’s clothes and I observed that she had mostly bed sheets and pillow cases, that is until I came upon a thick cotton rug (I will have a link of the rug at the end of the blog). The rug is pretty big and if I didn’t have issues with perception of measurement, I would give you the numbers. I went over to my co-worker and I told her “the bitch from last night has a rug in her wash… either she doesn’t understand what a rug is or she thought she was being slick.” She was trying to be slick and I concluded that from the telephone conversation she and I had this morning. It went like this.

Me: Hi, is this Bitchiana?
B: Yes.
Me: This is Lillaundry girl; you dropped off your laundry last night.
B: What do you want?
(Oh yeah, not rude at all lady…)
Me: Well, yesterday I asked you if you had a rug in your laundry and you said you didn’t. I found one in your wash. We washed it already but I was wondering if you want us to dry it for you. There will be an extra charge of five dollars.
B: What did you find?
Me: -sigh- A rug. A beige rug. You know… like a bath mat. Your beige cotton rug.
B: What about it?
Me: Do you want us to dry it?
B: Well, the other Laundromat doesn’t charge me. No other Laundromat charges me for that.
(Mind you, she says she always brings her clothes to us to wash)
Me: Well, we charge. Want it dried or not? We aren’t like the other Laundromat.
B: Don’t dry it!

By the time I went to say “okay thanks, bye”, she just rudely hung up on me. My tone wasn’t bitchy or anything. Considering the fact that it was morning, I was… calm and wishing I was back in bed. I put her rug on the furnace to dry until she comes. –shrugs-

Like I said, sometimes rugs we don’t charge if they are thin and flimsy and other times we do when they are double thick like this one. We let our customers know and we ASK them if there are any in their bags. We also charge extra because we don’t wash the rugs with the clothes. As a matter of fact, it isn’t sanitary (even though they are being washed with dirty clothes). Some people like the fact that we take their clothes into consideration and others could care less. So we wash them separately, dry them separately, and then we package them in their own lil’ bag. To me, that is service; however we have customers that say “oh just wash it with our clothes” and we do. We don’t charge the same price. We knock off a couple of dollars and just charge for the drying. When they ask for it to be air dried, then we don’t bother charging them at all. That is how it goes and that is what gets explained to my customers. The regulars know this and they don’t mind because they enjoy the service. Mind you, these past two weeks customers who have tried us, told us “our clothes come out cleaner and fluffier with you guys” or “I like this Laundromat.” Of course I heard a lady last night saying “this Laundromat is too bright for me, I fucking hate it.” Then again, she looked miserable….

Anyways…

Bitchiana was out of line for being rude and bitchy towards me, even after explaining to her what the charged were. Oh yeah, don’t forget the lying too! This lady really irked me… Let’s see what she says when she picks up tonight!

What do you guys think about the extra charge for rugs, blankets, and comforters?

Oh yeah! Here is a link of the rug image!
http://www.amazon.com/Pinzon-Luxury-Reversible-34-Inch-Bath/dp/B000T2WYK8/ref=sr_1_24?ie=UTF8&s=home-garden&qid=1263497569&sr=1-24

A SIMPLE REQUEST

How a normal person starts the washer:
1. Insert clothing into the washer.
2. Insert soap into the soap compartment as advised.
3. Close the washer door.
4. Make sure nothing is stuck in the door.
5. Insert coins.
6. Sit and wait.

How a moron starts the washer TRY # 1:
1. Insert coins into the washer.
2. Close washer door.
3. Complain.

How a moron starts the washer Try #2:
1. Insert coins into the washer.
2. Insert soap into the soap compartment.
3. Insert clothes.
4. Close the washer door.
5. Sit and wait while complaining on the phone to his friend why he didn't get reimbursed.

I guess the tight jeans and bottle of gel in his hair made his brain stop functioning. I bet his brain has as many holes as his tight jeans do, if not more. -shakes head- I think he is a confused hipster. -mumbles- fuckin hipster..

So what happened? He put coins in the washer and started it without his clothes. His explanation was...actually you know what?.,.here is the dialogue:

Hipster (Hip): Um, I have a problem. I put coins in my washer and it turned on.
Me: What do you mean? You are supposed to put quarters in it so the machine COULD work.
Hip: Well I started it but there is nothing in there.
Me: As in water?
Hip: No, it's empty.
Me: And it is working?
Hip: Yes.
Me:... Okies, let me see what you did because this isn't making sense.
-The moron laughs-
Me: So you started your wash without putting your clothes in first?
Hip: Well, I normally put the quarters in first then the soap then my clothes.
Me: You are supposed to put your clothes in first..
Hip: Well, can I get reimbursed?
Me: No... you started it...
Hip: Can you stop it?
Me: Nope!
Hip: So I wasted 2 bucks for nothing?
Me: Nope! You wasted $1.75!
-He sighs at me-
Hip: And there is no way to get my money back?
Me: Nope! Sorry. If you want you can come back tomorrow and talk to management.
Hip: I'm leaving tomorrow.
Me: Can't do anything about it. The register gets counted and if I am missing that much, I get in trouble. Sorry.

See, if he said "please" I may have reconsidered. Then again, my laundromat doesn't pay for people's stupidity. Next time, put your clothes in first.

The moral of the story? Always use your manners and say "please", it may get you what you want and always put your clothes in FIRST in the washer.

CURRY QUEEN

Sorry for not posting the Sunday Funny!

Yesterday was a lazy day for me and I took full advantage of it. Nothing says relaxing like Pj's, movies, and games. I even played Guitar Hero sitting down at one point, but that didn't last. I went straight to the computer to play a video game and search for useless information that may at one point be significant. For all we know, Zombies could evolve and they would keep us captive if we didn't know how to answer trivial questions about useless information.

The above information was provided to you by your local detergent distributor.

Now, back to reality.

I didn't think Indian's lived in my neighborhood. No, not Native American Indians but Indian's from India. -Laughter- For some reason, that line made laugh. Who know, maybe delirium is kicking in. Anywhoots, as I was saying, I have no problem with Indians at all. I love their food and the taste/smell of curry until today...

This lady walked into the laundromat with a heavy smell of curry and dirty socks following behind. I never open the door in the front during the Winter but my dear god, I had to this time. I think the lady picked up on my action because she turned around and gave me a mixed look of "death" and "are you hinting at something bitch?" After that look, I put my head down and scratched it. She came up to me at the counter and asked me for change. I asked her "change for what?" and she replied "for the machines". -Ponders- Last time I checked, someone had to GIVE me money so I can give them change... This is all how it went down:

Curry Queen (CQ): I need change.
Me: I need money.
CQ: I need change for the washers.
Me: I need money to give you change.
CQ: OH! Okay.
-waits with a smile-
Me: You know, if you give me a 20, I can give you a 10 and 2 fives...
CQ: One minute (with an Indian accent).

She rummages through her bag and pulls out a twenty. I give her the change. She comes back asking me to break the ten into two fives and breaking the fives into singles. I just gave her ten singles from the ten instead of going down the pyramid of money breaking. What came to mind? Nothing. Her heavy odor killed my brain cells. I should start a campaign "Save Little Laundry Girls Brain Cells".

One thing I did NOT like is that she continued to bang on my washers. I asked her to stop doing that many times and she refused. After the sixth or seventh bang, I walk back up to her and asked her if she had complications and she said "yes". I asked her what they were and she said "machine no work! Eat my quarters!" I tried my best not to laugh because I pictured my washer with a mouth and sharp teeth trying to chomp away her arm. I told her "Machines don't eat quarters. They accept them. Here, let me show you how. Be one with the machine and be nice to it, it will be nice back at you." I think the lady thought I was crazy because she gave me another look of disapproval. She can take her look and shove it up her ass!

My co-worker heard me and she said "Laundry girl, you need to be more nice to customers" and I told him "I will be nice to them when they grow a couple of brain cells OR when hell freezes over and I am put as the leader." She told me to take a nap. I didn't take a nap but I did point out to the Curry Queen that she put waaay too much soap in her washer. Though, with her odor, she may need it...

Speaking of my co-worker, she told me that she noticed my mood changes during the week. She came up with this theory:
-On Monday, I am hyper and giddy but on Tuesday I am just happy.
-Wednesday, I am okay but sarcasm kicks in even more so than Monday and Tuesday.
-Thursday and Friday, I seem tired and the smile is wiped away.
-Saturday, I am angry.

I bought her a Snapple because it was a good observation! Who would have thought?? I could say that her observation is 80% correct.

STARSHMUCKS LADY

Starshmuck is my way of saying "Starbucks". I will admit, I am not a fan of Starbucks but if there isn't a Dunkin Donuts around for a tea, I will result to the Seattle Coffee House also known as Starshmucks. Think about it... there is a Starshmucks on every friggin corner! Yo, Dunkin Donuts, I think you need to step up here!
With that being clear, this lady dressed in business clothes, walks in with her nose stuck up in the air holding a flashy bag, a Starshmucks extra large cup, and an Ikea plastic bag (the ones that sell for 59 cents or something) acting as if there is a red carpet event going on in my laundromat. Who thought! An Ikea plastic bag is the new Coach Laundry Bag. -head to desk-

Normally I don't have any problems with her but I secretly mock her whenever she walks around like she is the bomb. (Oh snap! I went old school and said "the bomb"). She put her laundry in the washer and she came up to me and complained that the washer isn't working. Without a word, I silently walked to her washer and turned the handle. It magically worked! I turned around and walked back to my counter without saying "you're welcome." I am exhausted... I have a right to not say anything, especially when stupidity and lack of competence is present.

Dryer time!

She places her clothes in the dryer and I spot out that she left her dryer on the warm option. I didn't say anything. I assumed she wanted it that way since she is obviously weird. Of course she wasn't present when I spotted this as well and I could have easily changed the option but I didn't.

She comes back thirty minutes later and she stated that her dryer is broken because she had her clothes in there for 40 minutes and her clothes were not dry. I told her that I saw it on warm but I didn't change it. She said that she was 110% sure that she had it on hot. I argued with her and pointed out the obvious "Ma'am, the dryer is working because no one else complained about it. If you put your hand on the metal piece, it is slightly warm. You had it on the warm temperature"... She said "No, no! It was on hot!" She got an attitude with me and I was planning on proving her and her Starshmucks drink wrong!

I will be honest with you though... when I walked away with the attitude that I was right and she was wrong, I was hoping that I don't get proved wrong and I come out as the ass... haha! What? I'm sure all of you get that way at times!

So when I walked back with the quarter to put in the dryer and put it on hot, I told her "I'll be back in two minutes to check the temperature." I go back in two minutes and the dryer door is HOT! I told her to put her hand on the dryer and showed her that she made the mistake. I stuck around for the apology. After a couple of seconds, she said it... with her head down too! haha! BITCH! I WIN!

On her way out, she was walking as if she were on the runway. I should have told her "don't walk that way... your butt and muffin top are wobbling!" Instead I just laughed at her... she didn't notice. Not that I wanted her to -whistles- but hey... I WIN!

Also, there is a blog below from today as well! Read on about the Cranky Russian!!!