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

SPIN CYCLE

Allllooooo there!

Sorry for the lack of posts. I got sick for two days and then I got better and now I have an ear infection. I should probably go see a doctor... or take vitamins or something at least. On Wednesday I slept for 12 hours straight. It felt so damn good!

I am NOT into gossip. As a matter of fact, I hate it. Gossip is evil and just opens a box full of fail and evil. Yesterday my co-worker was telling about this customer that was asking her questions. I have talked about this customer before, she is the one that set my dryer on fire. It should be posted somewhere at the start of the blog. Anywhoots, she was asking my co-worker if she gets paid on time. My co-workers answered "yes" and then asked her why. Apparently, a customer had a friend that used to work at the laundromat. I call TOTAL bullshit! First off, the people that used to work at the laundromat were NOT Spanish, with the exception of two. Even those two Spanish workers didn't converse with this bitch. After asking her that question, she asked how our boss treats us because her friend told her my boss used to beat her. WHAT. THE. FUCK? Our boss has never laid a finger on us. See, this is how rumors get started, by stupid bitches. I should start spreading rumors about her and how she likes to make out with her cats or something... see if she likes that. Luckily, I am not like that... to start rumors or gossip. My co-worker gives her a sour face and says "no, she is very nice". She tried to get more answers out of my co-worker but my co-worker was smart enough to say "look, I have real work to do. I'll talk to you another time." The customer got upset and stopped talking to her.

Oh and this same customer had the nerve and demanded that I should remove MY clothes from the top dryer so she can use it. I told her "no, the quarters are in and there is a bunch of empty dryers in the back. I need dry clothes too." She told ME to go and use the back ones. I didn't and instead I gave her a look and ignored her for the rest of the night.

People like her make me wonder why they are still around. I wish there was a pack of wolves that sense stupid people and then they just destroy them...harsh? I don't think so. Cynical? Naw... Cynical would be me telling my father the following "either you go fix the car or you pay for my funeral!"

STORY TIME!

I like Mike. Mike sends me stories all the way from Kansas! He owns a laundromat and can relate to me. I thought stupid people going to laundries only existed in New York but I was wrong!
Mike wrote to me the following:

"I think the parents must tell the kids to wait 'til they get to the laundromat to run wild.  It's unbelievable! 

But most of the time, when the kids arrive, they behave pretty good.  But, as soon as the laundry is in the washers, it's time for Coke and cookies.  By the time the wash is in the dryer, the little rugrats are running wild.  Always jumping on all the seats, playing with all the doors, screaming and running like there is no tomorrow.  I guess at that point I have to talk to the parents and tell them, "if you want to spank your kids, I will loan you my belt."

And then, at just the time when the clothes are done, the kids are asleep in the middle of the floor."

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Mike, you have NO idea how much I want to trip their kids while they run. One of my achievements in life would be complete. The worst part is that majority of the parents keep feeding their kids thinking it would quiet them down. They are wrong! Once a customers kid thought it would be a good idea to color on all the tables. I pulled the mom aside and handed her the Greased Lightening and a towel. I made her clean it up because she gave her kid a bag of chips, juice (water, sugar, coloring), and a crap load of pure sugar candy. She wasn't happy but she didn't even punish the kid! It's unbelievable! Parents like that make me want to choke them.

-sigh-

I mentioned above Greased Lightening. People, if you have this available in your stores, buy it! It does wonders! We use it as a spot cleaner and it removes anything from grease, to ink, to blood. I even have a bottle at home to I can clean the oven top and counters. I swear by it! I am 89% sure they have them at all Home Depots but in the gallon size. If you want to find a store near you or if you can purchase it online, go here www.greased-lightning.com .






OH! VERY IMPORTANT!!! THIS WEEK, I WILL NOT HAVE A LAPTOP! I AM SENDING OUT MY LAPTOP TO BE PREPARED! I WILL TRY MY BEST TO MAKE A POST ON SOMEONE ELSE'S COMPUTER!

With that being said, have a good one everyone!

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.

WHEN ONE COMPLAINS, ALL COMPLAIN

On Thursday I had a lady approach me to tell me that her washer stopped working and the door wouldn’t open. This isn’t unusual so I grab my Phillips screw driver and a flat one just in case the machine was broken. Turns out, it was and it wouldn’t spin her clothes. I couldn’t fix the machine on the spot and I needed a part (which I didn’t have in the store) so I put the machine “out of service”. I refunded the quarters back to the customer and made my way back to the front until another lady approached me in a panicked voice saying that the dryer was broken because her clothing isn’t dry. (Keep in mind, the moron broke her cover). She stated that her dryer wasn’t hot and that her towels weren’t dry. I asked her how many quarters she put in her dryer and she said “five”. Then I asked her how many minutes there were and she said “28”. Okies, MATH TIME! Five times eight does NOT equal to 28.

I listened to her problem and I dropped a quarter into the dryer and put it on hot to see if the dryer was heating. As I was doing that, she yells “OH MY GOD! HOW DID YOU PUT IT ON HOT!?” Two thoughts came running into my head: 1. Why do you still exist in society? and 2. Can I please bash your head against the dryer door? I pre –prepared myself for this stupidity and started to explain to her how to push the button with the following instructions:
1. Take your finger and choose the temperature you want.
2. Push the word on the temperature button once.
3. Remove finger.


I don’t think she enjoyed my sarcastic help but her response was “Oh! So you have to push the word and not the light! I see now, I was pushing the light over here and I was wondering why it wasn’t working. I thought you guys didn’t have the hot option but you do. I was just pressing the wrong button. You see, I am from out of town and I just have two or three times a year to do my mother’s laundry.” I wanted to ask her “you only do your mom’s laundry three times a year?” but I just let it go and answered that question by myself. The answer was “yes.” Trust me… it saved me a couple of brain cells that she may have killed. Honestly, I believe that once a customer makes a complaint publicly, others will follow. It ALWAYS happens.
I have this customer that always complains there isn’t enough water in the washer and I have told him “you are the only one complains. Obviously a problem isn’t with the machines.” He had given me one of those “how dare you” faces but I just walked away; however, when he complains, another customer complains about the machine eating their quarters where 98% of the time, I prove them wrong.

A poster that I would LOVE to put in my laundromat would say the following:

PEOPLE, STOP BEING STUPID AND DON’T FOLLOW OTHER PEOPLE’S COMPLAINTS. YOU WILL JUST GET MOCKED BY ME FOLLOWED BY US, AT THE LAUNDROMAT, GIVING YOU A NAME!
STOP IT!

BLEACHED BRAINS GO IN THE SPIN CYCLE

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!





Where the hell do I begin? Child surfing in the cart? Child making bomb noises? Two females asking someone who clearly doesn't work here, if she works here? Female not knowing if the change machine works? Male not knowing which is the dryer and washer? Male screaming that the machine ate his 5 dollar bill?



The best part? All this happened within 8 minutes. Yes, I was checking time to see if I am going home soon.



Since I already made a mental- write down list above, I will just go with that.



So I come back to work from the ear doctor (my ear was clogged with black wax. Yum.) to only find a child surfing in a cart while making bombing noises. I asked the lady if the child belonged to her and she said yes. I asked her to remove her son from the cart because it was dangerous and the child could be in danger. Plus, I didn't want to deal with the insurance company and fill out tedious paper work along with answering questions to liability investigators. The kid asked why and the mom replied "because the mean lady said so". I corrected her in front of her son by saying "no, not because of that but because it is dangerous and you could get hurt." The mom gave me a stare down. I stared back. She isn't even my regular customer. She belongs to the other laundry place that closes on Thursday's. Tell your child the truth and point out the dangers. I felt like slapping the bitch because she made me out to be a "bad" or "mean" person just for placing fault (subliminal) to her parenting. Come back and stare at me and your eyeballs will be 6 feet under bitch!!! Too many incompetent human beings today has made me cranky.
Also, if my child were making bombing noises with curse words, I would tell him to stop and take the toy soldiers away. Mind you, the kid must have been 6 or 7 years old.

Next up, we have two females high on Burger King (super sized might I add) and really loud. They said "hi" to me and even asked how I was. I was polite. That right there would make you assume that they know I work there right? Nope. They went over to the sink asking a lady who didn't know how to speak English if she worked here. This was the convo:

Girls: You work here? I need two fives from a 10.
Lady: No.
Girls: You don't have change? I need change. You work here. Go to the front.
Lady: No, no speaky English.
Girls: ugh, how can you work here? I need change. Go get me change.

The lady walks away from them frightened. I am just sitting at the counter watching it all. They told me "Can you believe it? She works here!" I was like "Uh, no she doesn't. I do." They felt stupid. They had a "no way" type of look on their face. Mind you, one of them didn't know how to turn on the water at the sink.

Our next lucky contestant on today's blog is the young lady asking me if the change machine works. It does I told her and I also pointed out to her that she used it 15 minutes ago. She said there is a piece of paper next to it and I asked her what the paper says and she replied "I don't know". Good going... I went to see and I pointed at the sign that was there and she was like "Oohhh!" The sign had the hours of operation on it. I asked her if she saw the sign before she used it the first time since I was curious and she said "no."... OPEN YOUR FUCKIN EYES AND READ YOU STUPID BITCH!.... Okies, I am cranky without a doubt and maybe, just maybe the bitch comment is uncalled for but I don't give a crap! READ!!!
R-E-A-D!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!SHIFT+1!!!!!!!!

So remember the "I know I know" guy from a couple of blogs ago? I called him Bob if I recall... he is the you who also ends the sentence with "you know?" Well, the genius thought he had put in a five dollar bill and he didn't. GOOD GOING! So he was yelling from the back while I was at the counter waiting for him. I was NOT going to yell. The laundromat is busy today and last thing I was going to do is scream. He came to the front and after a minute of banting and ranting, he apologized because he had the bill in his hand the whole entire time.

-Breathes- Just typing all this makes me want to go play in traffic.

Then I had a customer that is not a regular ask me which are the washers and the which are the dryers and if the washers also dry. You know what, I am not even going to get into this one because the guy was obviously high. I asked him if he knows a place where the washers also dry and he said no. He answered his own stupid question and just went on to wash.

My favorite today was the lady who came to pick up her dry cleaning and she didn't have the money for it and asked "can I pick it up and pay you tomorrow?". I felt like saying "lady, I wasn't born yesterday" and instead I pointed her to an ATM. She rolled her eyes and went to retrieve money.

-face to desk-

The shift isn't over yet and I can't wait until I get home.

SOMETHING NEW

This has happened for the first time ever.

These two guys must be new to laundry and the English language. They asked me how to turn on the water from the sink so they can put it in the washer. This is how it went down:

Cust: I need water.
Me: What for?
Cust: For the machine.
Me: What?
Cust: I need water.
Me: In the sink.

Yes this is a delayed reaction.

Me: WAIT! Where are you going to PUT the water?!
Cust: I need to wash my clothes.

He and I walk to the sink and then to the washer.

Cust: Clothes need wash.
Me: You need to put quarters in it and the wash will start. Water will come down and the soap will dissolve.
Cust: I need water.
Me: Are you thirsty?
Cust: Machine water.
Me: QUARTERS!! YOU NEED TO PUT QUARTERS. LOOK!!!!

Apparently his friend did speak English but he just sat back. I gave him a glare and withheld the comment of "YOU ARE A JERK".

Come on people, get it together!!! YOU NEED QUARTERS TO DO A FUCKIN WASH!!!

Oh and here is a bonus, a lady at my local bakery today didn't know the difference between butter and cream cheese. I asked for butter and she put cream cheese and said "its the same". So I replied "It won't be the same if you decide to not make me another one." I am a cranky person in the morning. Especially at 7am with only 4 hours of sleep. Like I said before, I am a nice person but if you don't use your noggin, you are in for a knockin... get it?...no?... WELL FINE!

MAINTENANCE FOLLOW UP

I did not post yesterday because after Tuesday, my brain needed a rest and so did my vocals from saying "we are closed". Then again, my vocals has nothing to do with typing a blog but I thought I would just throw that in there for a bit of sympathy. You chuckle at the previous statement but if only I knew where some of you lived... if only...

Anyways...

After my last number, another 3 or 4 people attempted to wash their clothes. One of them was a ninja at it. I didn't notice the lady coming in at all and the maintenance dude came and asked me if I was closed and I said yes and he brought the ninja that attempted to wash. Not cool lady, not cool. My reaction was "when did you come in?"... which she simply ignored... I felt the hate radiate off of her though. Oh well. She will get over it.

Also on that day, a guy in his 40s dropped off laundry and he was drunk. Wait. He is ALWAYS drunk and when he washes on weekends, he stinks of alcohol. He wanted to wash but I told him about the maintenance so he dropped off his green bag to be washed. I told him it would be ready on Wednesday at 8pm. He thought it would be done on Tuesday since on Wednesday he was bitching to me that I closed before 8pm on Tuesday... which is complete bullshit since I stayed after maintenance to clean up. My friends, alcohol destroys your perception of time as well as brain cells that make you think. Don't get me wrong... I am a fan of alcohol... whether it is social drinking or a glass of wine with a good read... but to be drunk constantly- NOT a fan. I even stressed to him on maintenance day that his clothing would be ready on Wednesday. So come Wednesday he was bitching that I closed early and asking "what maintenance was being done?" I felt like throwing back at him "next time you come and do laundry, please don't be drunk... this way you know what is going on and you don't annoy me"; however, I did not say that... instead I flicked on the patience switch and explained to him what was going... which he gave me a questionable look and then stared at my chest. That's what I get for wearing a low cut t-shirt... Note to self- hide the twins at work.

Tuesday showed that people refuse to read the answer to their questions... especially when it is in their face. Next time I post a sign, it will have to be in Arabic too. Translation.com here I come. -shakes head-... I also learned that if I were to become a mechanic, I would most likely be the only female and that people are douche bags when they don't get what they want... but hey... that can be applied to anywhere.

CUSTOMER # 21

He walked in and ignored the signage -sigh- But he was nice enough to just leave and not make an argument or question it. Actually he did question what was going on and for how long it will be. The sign specifically says that I would be open the next day.

-sigh- And to think today would be easy.

Hopefully this was the last one.

NUMBER 16, 17, 18, 19

Customer # 16 to walk in today was cute and stupid with a side of a slight delay. Funny thing is he even looked at the sign... twice!

Took him a while to register that we were closed for that reason.

Customer # 17- I honestly don't remember this one but I think he just turned around and left....

Customer # 18- Same as 17

Customer # 19 is actually one of my favorite customers and he sat and chit chatted a bit about the maintenance. It did seem though that he felt stupid when I pointed out the sign... he was here last week to see them.

NUMBER 11, 12, 13, 14, 15

I'm starting to believe that iPods or Mp3's in general wash the human mind from constantly emitting brain cells that consists of common sense.



I like this customer. She is one of my fave and we are friends... but come on... READ... drop the headphones and READ! She was running inside with the cart and I had to raise my voice a couple of times with "WE ARE CLOSED, WE ARE CLOSED" She finally backed up and I was explaining to her that we would be open tomorrow with fresh and clean dryers. She said she couldn't wait until tomorrow because she didn't have any clean clothing. WHY WAIT TILL LAST MINUTE!? She shouild shake hands with the morning customer that couldn't drop off the clothes because of the underwear situation.

I'm tired of telling people "we are closed".

NUMBER 12... same situation with the headphones. His cart was loaded with clothes and he is really a nice guy. He considers the workers in here and greats everyone nicely but again, the headphones made him "ignore" the sign. When I told him about the clean dryers tomorrow he sarcastically, with enthusiasm-exclaimed "WOO HOO"... and he carted his clothes outside.

Number 13... Nothing special. He just said "oh damn alright" and left. HE HEARD ME! See, he didn't have any headphones and he heard me... but I have no justification for him missing the sign.

Number 14... Some other Spanish dude that totallhy ignored the sign once again.

Number 15... This dude was happy that we were getting the dryers cleaned but devestated that he didn't have a place to wash.

MY NUTS!

Ladies and gentlemen, those of you who have kids and bring them to the laundromat, please keep them within your site at all times. Your children may be angels at home but in public, they are demons awaiting to let go of their wrath. You may not know thing because you are too busy talking to your friend about what rice you used last night or what underwear to buy.

Two kids went up to a lady (this lady is not sane by the way) and just stood their and watched the lady eat her peanuts. The lady offers the 2 year old and the 5 year old peanuts. I recall her saying this exact words "Want peanuts? Give me your little hand." The first thought that came to mind was "oh great, now I have to fill out a police report for pedophelia" and "I wonder if she owns a white van". Anyways, the lil' girl puts her hand out to only be given a couple of peanuts. The little girl puts one in her mouth and goes to throw them out. The lady then yells at her "Why did you give me your hands for nuts if you were just going to throw them away? Shoot, those are my nuts. You are disrespectful for throwing away my nuts. Next time im not giving you any nuts. They are my nuts". I kid you not the lil girl was giving her a stare and then ran to her mother. After that, the lady was talking to herself about the bag of nuts being 99 cents and how the girl tossed the nuts out. I couldn't help but laugh and think at the same "stupid lil girl, what if that was a kidnapper?".

Moral of the story, do not mess with peoples nuts in the laundromat. Better yet, do not take anything from anyone... no matter how curious you are.

This lady is the same lady that gave me a lecture on laxatives and how she lost weight on them. She is also the one that decided to bring all her psycho friends to my laundromat to wash. I tried to be nice to one of them by saying "did you dye your hair? its pretty"... It got thrown back in my face by her basically saying "no, I got older and my hair color changed. Im old."... I think she was expecting 'Oh you are not old!' from me, but I turned away and quickly walked to my safe spot. Behind the counter.

KEEP YOUR KIDS AWAY FROM CRAZY PEOPLE AND DON'T COMPLIMENT CRAZY PEOPLE.

BLEACH WASHED BRAINS

Today I had to explain a couple of times the difference between softener and soap as well as comforter and bed sheets. These people that do not belong to me, meaning that they are not regulars at the laundromat, do not know the difference between the two. Here are a couple of definitions... I just HAD to post this because it pisses me off to no end when I have to sit there for 5 mins to explaining the above... and I want to KILL THEM when they tell me after the explanation "no understand English". Well a big FUCK YOU to you for wasting my time! I normally do NOT curse but when I'm pissed, I let loose.



COMFORTER: bedding made of two layers of cloth filled with stuffing and stitched together. Comforters cover the mattress, but not the box spring. Since the top and bottom fabrics of a Comforter are quilted together with a filling material in between, they are usually fluffier and thicker than a bedspread or coverlet. YOU USE IT DURING THE WINTER TO KEEP YOU WARM.



BED SHEETS: A bed sheet is a large piece of cloth used to cover a mattress. It is this sheet that one typically lies on.



SOAP: A cleaning agent used to wash a variety of items or persons. (Not the best quote but I like it... it made me chuckle)



SOFTENER: A product designed to impart a soft mellowness to the fabric.



I use the following example at times so people could understand the difference. Surprisingly it works and I do NOT need pictures:



Think of soap and softener as shampoo and conditioner... You use soap to wash your hair and conditioner to soften your hair. You use soap to wash your clothing and conditioner to soften your clothes and eliminate excess soap. Its not that hard of a concept.

A LAUNDRY GOD?

One exists!!!! I kid you not a Laundry god exists.


Today was a quiet day... then again, its only 6:22 pm but its quiet! I don't want to jinx it. I got stuff done on time and no silly idiot asking me where he can dry his/her clothing.

I. feel. free.


So here is a pet peeve.

It irritates me when someone asks if their dry cleaning can be done the same day and when I tell them no, they stand around for 5 minutes with a look of desperation and sadness. I told you no and my answer is not going to change. I am nice enough to direct them to a place where they can help them and they still stand there... looking at me as if I have a hole in my face. As a matter of fact, when one stares at me like that after giving them their answer- there is a hole in my face. Why? Because if I shoot you I go to jail. If I shoot myself, I don't have to deal with people that don't know the meaning of no. OH and after my "no" I also get a "well fuck" or the teeth thing where the air goes in and you hear the "tsss" or something like that. Want your dry cleaning to be done on time? Bring it in earlier you lazy piece of shits!