The LaundrOmat from hell is good?
I left a down comforter in a washing machine a couple of weeks ago. Yes, you can wash down comforters and rayon and also silk…but that’s a different “I know too much about fabric and laundry”…laundry episode.
Back to wanting to be pissed off…and not being able to.
I realized after I got home that I had left the poor dear comforter in it’s bleach infested state by they wayside. Lando was already closed.
Next day…didn’t really give a shit. Day after I went by to see if there was a lost and found.
Yes! 11:30A, 4:30P and 10:30P and a phone number for emergencies only.
Well now…those times I can so do, right? I tried on the weekends…seems the person that runs the fun show “Lost and Found” could not be found.
He has a pager, I guess that’s the fun part.
What year is this? I didn’t even know they made those anymore.
Anyway, after going there several times and someone TEACHING me how to page a PAGER and no call back I decided to leave a note on the “Employees Only” door of the laundrahell.
It read…
“Release my comforter from hell! I will pay with my soul.”
Heh.
Nah…I just put a note in the door and asked if they had found a white comforter and to please call me if they had it or not.
They failed me because I thought they were demons.
I got a voicemail from a sweet woman that thinks they do have it and that she will call me at 1:14 (no joke) tomorrow and arrange for me to pick it up, if in fact it is mine.
Amazing if it is mine, which I’m pretty sure it is…but walking in there and leaving that note didn’t mean I didn’t leave with a story…
Ahhhh…that couple. A speed freak with a girlfriend. It took me just about 30 seconds to realize it. That’s why I’m so amazed someone got my note…that guy…freak show. Watched my every move. First one I think I’ve encountered there. White envelope in a door…get it?
Hey? Do you think they actually washed it again and dried it to?
Pipe dreams…I get so silly sometimes.
Honestly, I wouldn’t give a shit about it if I had bought it…but my mom gave it to me…I just want it back.
So...however cold you are in the world tonight, just be happy that hell doesn’t have your comforter.
Back to wanting to be pissed off…and not being able to.
I realized after I got home that I had left the poor dear comforter in it’s bleach infested state by they wayside. Lando was already closed.
Next day…didn’t really give a shit. Day after I went by to see if there was a lost and found.
Yes! 11:30A, 4:30P and 10:30P and a phone number for emergencies only.
Well now…those times I can so do, right? I tried on the weekends…seems the person that runs the fun show “Lost and Found” could not be found.
He has a pager, I guess that’s the fun part.
What year is this? I didn’t even know they made those anymore.
Anyway, after going there several times and someone TEACHING me how to page a PAGER and no call back I decided to leave a note on the “Employees Only” door of the laundrahell.
It read…
“Release my comforter from hell! I will pay with my soul.”
Heh.
Nah…I just put a note in the door and asked if they had found a white comforter and to please call me if they had it or not.
They failed me because I thought they were demons.
I got a voicemail from a sweet woman that thinks they do have it and that she will call me at 1:14 (no joke) tomorrow and arrange for me to pick it up, if in fact it is mine.
Amazing if it is mine, which I’m pretty sure it is…but walking in there and leaving that note didn’t mean I didn’t leave with a story…
Ahhhh…that couple. A speed freak with a girlfriend. It took me just about 30 seconds to realize it. That’s why I’m so amazed someone got my note…that guy…freak show. Watched my every move. First one I think I’ve encountered there. White envelope in a door…get it?
Hey? Do you think they actually washed it again and dried it to?
Pipe dreams…I get so silly sometimes.
Honestly, I wouldn’t give a shit about it if I had bought it…but my mom gave it to me…I just want it back.
So...however cold you are in the world tonight, just be happy that hell doesn’t have your comforter.
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