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Not sucky, but funny.
We have 2 exit doors in the Laundromat. One in the front that leads to the main street and one in the back that leads to a parking lot. I had a lady go out the front door and run back in hurriedly asking me to let her use the phone to call 911 because her car had been stolen. As she was explaining this to the 911 dispatcher she happened to glance outside through the back glass door and her face turned white. She told the dispatcher to never mind, that she parked her car in the back instead of the front.
The case of the missing clothes.
I had a lady come in to pick up her clothes after having dropped them off for wash and fold. She gave me her name and when I went to look for them they weren’t there. I asked her if they could be under a different name and she said no. Confused, I went and looked again, just to make sure I was not mistaken. No dice. I had 4 batches of clothes all with common names for the area. Smith, Jones, White and Black. Her name was very long, like Imatotaldumbass, or something with at least that many syllables. I absolutely had no idea what to do and thought that this might qualify as important business so I called my friend who worked that morning. She told me that they were paid for and picked up already. I relayed the information to the customer.
SC: Well, damn him! He made me come all the way down here for nothing.
ME: I’m sorry about that.
SC: I called him at work to pick them up on his way home but he always forgets so I came down.
ME: Well, he’s getting better. Maybe you guys just crossed paths and he’s home now with them.
SC: He was home when I left. I just figured he forgot them since he always does.
ME: Didn’t you ask him before you left?
SC: No, I just knew he forgot them. He always forgets.
Seriously? She left the house after her husband got there and didn’t bother asking him if he stopped for the laundry and didn’t bother looking around for it before she brought her ass all the way down here?
Not sucky, just a WTF moment.
Friday night I actually got asked if we give military discounts. At a Laundromat? Seriously?
And to end on a high note...
The lady who works Sundays at the laundry has decided to retire kind of unexpectedly. She’s 67 and a really nice lady. (we call her Sunny and the name fits her to a “T”) This also explains why the owner called me at work last night and asked me to work her shift today to which I agreed.
Today, I get another call at work. The owner has asked me if I want the shift permanently, which I really didn’t but he twisted my arm, or rather, played to my weakness (money) and offered me a nice little deal to work Sunday. Basically, my pay is going up by 80% even though my hours are only going up by 67%. So, starting this weekend, I will be working at the Laundromat 3 days a week. My normal Friday and Saturday from 3 to 9 PM and now Sunday from 9 to 5. Even nicer is the fact that we do not do the fluff and fold service on Sunday which is the laundry’s busiest self-serve day. All I have to do is show up and keep things organized.
And how was your week?
We have 2 exit doors in the Laundromat. One in the front that leads to the main street and one in the back that leads to a parking lot. I had a lady go out the front door and run back in hurriedly asking me to let her use the phone to call 911 because her car had been stolen. As she was explaining this to the 911 dispatcher she happened to glance outside through the back glass door and her face turned white. She told the dispatcher to never mind, that she parked her car in the back instead of the front.
The case of the missing clothes.
I had a lady come in to pick up her clothes after having dropped them off for wash and fold. She gave me her name and when I went to look for them they weren’t there. I asked her if they could be under a different name and she said no. Confused, I went and looked again, just to make sure I was not mistaken. No dice. I had 4 batches of clothes all with common names for the area. Smith, Jones, White and Black. Her name was very long, like Imatotaldumbass, or something with at least that many syllables. I absolutely had no idea what to do and thought that this might qualify as important business so I called my friend who worked that morning. She told me that they were paid for and picked up already. I relayed the information to the customer.
SC: Well, damn him! He made me come all the way down here for nothing.
ME: I’m sorry about that.
SC: I called him at work to pick them up on his way home but he always forgets so I came down.
ME: Well, he’s getting better. Maybe you guys just crossed paths and he’s home now with them.
SC: He was home when I left. I just figured he forgot them since he always does.
ME: Didn’t you ask him before you left?
SC: No, I just knew he forgot them. He always forgets.
Seriously? She left the house after her husband got there and didn’t bother asking him if he stopped for the laundry and didn’t bother looking around for it before she brought her ass all the way down here?
Not sucky, just a WTF moment.
Friday night I actually got asked if we give military discounts. At a Laundromat? Seriously?
And to end on a high note...
The lady who works Sundays at the laundry has decided to retire kind of unexpectedly. She’s 67 and a really nice lady. (we call her Sunny and the name fits her to a “T”) This also explains why the owner called me at work last night and asked me to work her shift today to which I agreed.
Today, I get another call at work. The owner has asked me if I want the shift permanently, which I really didn’t but he twisted my arm, or rather, played to my weakness (money) and offered me a nice little deal to work Sunday. Basically, my pay is going up by 80% even though my hours are only going up by 67%. So, starting this weekend, I will be working at the Laundromat 3 days a week. My normal Friday and Saturday from 3 to 9 PM and now Sunday from 9 to 5. Even nicer is the fact that we do not do the fluff and fold service on Sunday which is the laundry’s busiest self-serve day. All I have to do is show up and keep things organized.
And how was your week?
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