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Post by CourageouslyLion SeeksSerenity on Dec 6, 2009 19:09:05 GMT -5
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"With laundromats how does one cope?" asked our resident goddess named Hope. She asked us for humor (Don't be dour like a tumor!) Then proceeded to conquer with soap.
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Post by hopehope on Dec 6, 2009 19:33:36 GMT -5
hahahahahahahahaha
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Post by brightbeginning on Dec 6, 2009 20:18:38 GMT -5
Okay Hope-I have a different approach-do any of the laundromats near you have the service where they pick up your clothes, wash them, then deliver them to you? There are many here where I live and you have to check the different prices, but they basically go for 80 cents a pound. You don't even have to buy the detergent or fabric softener, and they come back to you smelling clean, and are nicely folded. If you can afford it, it might be worth it. Just don't wait too long before you have them do it because it becomes pricey.
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Post by kadymae on Dec 6, 2009 22:57:12 GMT -5
Watch My Beautiful Laundrette to get you in the mood.
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Do what I did when the washer died: put the clothes in the tub and pretend you're making wine.
(DH and I had the money for a new one, but between the store's delivery people being booked solid the first week and the fact it was study week/finals the next two weeks, it was 3 weeks before we could find a date that I could be home to receive it.)
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Post by littleengine on Dec 7, 2009 22:15:06 GMT -5
Oooh, my sister lives in Brooklyn and has the same laundry situation as you. It sounds awful shlepping laundry in the cold. But anyway, I'm not a funny person at all, but I wanted to respond to this thread because I am a laundry hater, and I find that what helps me is:
Which clothing makes you feel good when you're wearing it? Just wash that. You don't have to tackle the whole mountain of laundry.
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Post by gettingsomewhere on Dec 8, 2009 1:50:57 GMT -5
like the girlfriend of howard i too envisioned you wandering down to the laundromat stark naked and none too happy about the situation. and, as it is probably quite cold over there, unlike here where the weather is just perfect today, i think you should get stuck into the laundry before it's too late. plus..... you never know when you might need to pack a suitcase in a hurry to catch a bus over the border, and wouldn't it be nice to have all your faves ready and smelling goooood?
lastly i think i once read that something like 18% of married couples in new york met in the laundromat!!! to be honest that would actually keep me away out of fear, ah well. go, just go!
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Post by morethanyouneed on Dec 8, 2009 1:54:09 GMT -5
Here's one for ya...
DO LAUNDRY BEFORE THE SNOW REALLY FLIES!
I remember one year I was living in a flat without laundry facilities...my laundromat was about 8 blocks away...I had to squirrel away change for what seemed like months...
I put off laundry for weeks and weeks. I can't go today, there's two feet of snow on the ground! I can't go today, I don't have 3 hours to wait around for clothes! I can't go today, the sidewalk is like a skating rink! I can't go today, I have to wait for a paycheque before I do all this laundry!
Lather, rinse, repeat - if you'll allow the expression.
One cold, windy night in the dead of winter I finally steeled myself, loaded my buggy with so very many garbage bag of dirties and headed to the laundromat.
I had a feeling I had lost a few items on my way to and from, but it was so icy cold and I was so frustrated I didn't worry over it very much. Until the following bright, icy morning when I left my house to head to work and I headed straight into a pair of my underwear. On top of my front lawn. Frozen into a snow bank that had settled into cement from the ice storm the night before. Of course, they were racy. A black, lace thong. On my front lawn. For all the world to see.
I was torn as to a course of action...if I left them there whatever would people think of the house's occupants? If I tried to dig them out, would passersby think I was trying to score a free pair of underwear from the snowbank?
In the end, I shoveled the walk a day later and covered them in snow. I threw them in the garbage after the next thaw.
So, get to that laundry! Otherwise you might suffer my winter-laundry fate and have your undergarments frozen into the landscape!
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Post by puppybox on Dec 8, 2009 13:06:59 GMT -5
maybe you hate the attention of walking down the street with the cart? embarrassing to you, perhaps. Why not wear everything to the laundromat then? put on 2 pairs of pants, 3 skirts on top, 5 shirts and 2 sweaters,. you can wear so many socks you don't need shoes anymore. in fact if you wear enough, you could roll the the laundromat.
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Post by hopehope on Dec 8, 2009 18:51:56 GMT -5
heeheeheeheehee
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Post by hopehope on Dec 8, 2009 20:22:24 GMT -5
okay, so naked to the laundromat is no good, because I already feel naked going to the laundromat (vulnerable, exposed, accessible to humiliation or attack). this is, in fact, the problem. and -- i googled whistle while you work and see rennie ellen's point -- the animals are the ones that help her clean. and they use their butts and tails. well, I already have enough gagging trouble with animals and their butts and the influence of same on need for laundry. but -- my misinterpretation totally works for me. The seven dwarfs!! yes!! "Hi ho! Hi ho! It's off to work we go! and their work -- they mine for diamonds! perfect. no I just love the idea of the little guys around being a help and support. so. we'll see.
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Post by shopgirl on Dec 9, 2009 3:50:42 GMT -5
morethanyouneed-- Your story cracked me up! A similar thing happened to me when I lived in Chicago: I lost a bright purple bikini pantie, saw it the next day on the elevator floor. Which was packed with people on their way to work, everyone acting nonchalant, trying to ignore it, but obviously seeing it. I was too mortified to admit it was my underwear, so I ignored it too. It was still there when I returned home that evening. The panties rode up and down the elevator by themselves all day.
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Post by dailystruggle on Dec 9, 2009 12:16:03 GMT -5
I was living in a co-ed dorm not too long ago. My roommate hated me because I'd not only wait a while to do my own laundry, but I'd do my boyfriend's laundry too. I'd spend a whole day at the shared coin operated laundry in the basement. Normally there wasn't anyone there because on the day/time that I did my laundry, a lot of people were doing other things. So, I went down wearing a tee shirt, pajama pants, and socks. I didn't have any clean undergarments, and I wanted to make sure that all my undergarments were clean, so I didn't wear any. The one day that I didn't have any clean undergarments, and there were guys in the laundry area. I was mortified, but I absolutely couldn't wait anymore. They laughed and whispered as they watched me do my laundry. I've always been overweight, so I just assume that they thought that it was like watching an elephant do laundry. As soon as some clean clothes came out of the dryer, I changed, in the public ladies room, into normal clothes, put on undergarments, and put a sweater over my shirt. Now, I always make sure that I have at least one pair of clean undergarments and clothes before doing laundry.
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Post by hopehope on Dec 9, 2009 19:12:58 GMT -5
'The panties rode up and down the elevator by themselves all day.'
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Post by puppybox on Dec 10, 2009 14:22:02 GMT -5
ok its sort of off topic I have to tell my dog story - the laundry machine and dryer in my building are the 4th floor. I live onthe first floor (no eleveator and about 18 steep steps per floor). So its annoying and heavy to carry your basket up. I used to only have 1 dog, perfetly behaved, off leash all the time type. So i'd let her come. she enjoys doing anything with me. I got to the top floor one day huffing and puffing and turned around to see my dog behind me carrying the dirty sock that I hadn't noticed I'd dropped. It happened other times. one time I was bringing clean laundry down and she was not behind me when I was at my door. So I go back and she's standing on a landing guarding a clean pair of panties that I'd also dropped without noticing. She looked at me like -I think you forgot this.
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Post by CourageouslyLion SeeksSerenity on Dec 14, 2009 14:35:27 GMT -5
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While en route to laundromat, someone did walk. Dropped purple undies, causing others to gawk. With humor, we rhyme and we laugh and we talk. With humor, we cast out the cause of the block.
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