Oh, the things you see at a campground laundry room. I spend a lot of time there because the Florida heat + humidity is gross most of the year, and we sweat profusely and go through a lot of clothes each week. So, I’d like to share with you a short list of things I’ve observed recently as a community laundry-doer.
A man recently stuck his whole arm up to his shoulder into a washing machine filled with water (he left some clothes to soak for a bit), mushed the clothes around the tub, and then nonchalantly walked away, arm dripping all over the floor and out the door. Caution: wet floor.
A woman was convinced that my chair was blocking some sort of secret room that held a separate washer and dryer for pet items. I assured her multiple times that there was no such room, it was just a utility closet behind me. But she made me get up and show her. No faith!
A woman picked up her clothes from the dryer and threw her used dryer sheets on the floor. Mind you, there was a trash can right next to her, but that’s neither here nor there.
There’s a table in the laundry room that people can use to fold their clothes, but most people here use it as a donation table to place unwanted items and other people can take it if they wish. One day, the janitor asked me if the items on the table were mine. I said no. And then she promptly threw them all away. RIP.
The water was shut off for a little while recently while they repaired the water lines. Apparently, they shut it off while a woman had her clothes in the washing machine. She came back and had to unplug the machine and reset it and, of course, pay for the cycle to run again (it ain’t cheap!). She said to me, “If it ain’t something, it’s something else!” And I don’t know why, but I couldn’t stop giggling at the way she phrased it.
This concludes my entry from The Laundry Room Diaries. Should I write a book?
I hope this made you laugh and I’m sending you Happy Thanksgiving wishes from me and the fam. xo