Fuck you laundromat on Oxford! At 8:30 Friday night all your dryers quit simultaneously. You ate my $6 in quarters and left me with four loads of wet laundry. I called the number you left in case I needed assistance. I’d like to thank the kind lady who answered the phone and responded with “What the fuck do you want me to do?” Fuck you and your army boots laundromat woman! I’m gonna get you yet… now that my clothes are dry. —Kind of a Big Deal

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  1. “”What the fuck do you want me to do?””

    “Well, you could start be coming down here and cleaning all the faeces out of the dryers…”

  2. is that when the power flickered?
    I was in the mall that day… kinda eerie.
    I thought it was dawn of the dead for a minute there.

  3. don’t ya’ll just miss them backyard clotheslines now. gotta love how mechanical things, fuck up at the most inopertune time.

  4. you could do what i did. my neighbour in the apartment building stole my favorite sweater from the laundry. i know tihs because i saw it through the window of his apartment and knocked on the window and pointed at it. he came over and ripped the curtain closed. anyway, i took what i scooped out of the cat box with a little extra litter in it and put it in the dryer with his clothes the next time he did laundry. his clothes were ruined AND he had to pay to have the machine fixed

  5. Well, what the fuck did you expect her to do? Chances are she couldn’t get someone to fix it until the next morning, because it was fucking night time. Did you call to politely inform her of the problem or did you bitch her out and expect her to carry your wet laundry?

  6. LOL…..I miss the days of visiting the laundromat. I love my new washer and dryer 🙂

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