Normally I get my laundry quarters from work, but last week I forgot to & it was Sunday...the banks weren't open. Now I do this RARELY but never at the laundry mat I went to this time...but I got quarters out of their machine...
I told my boyfriend (who was driving) that I didn't want to go to Albertsons because they do give me attitude when I ask for a roll of quarters, because they aren't a bank...
So, he said he would stop at a laundry mat I have never been to. If I need quaters in this similar situation I go to the laundry mat next to where I used to live and get some from their machines. They still know me there. ....anyway...
Boyfriend stops at this gheto laundry mat. We go in, and start dishing out the dollars for some quarters. This very thin, older woman who is missing teeth comes up to us (and I assumed right away she was the laundry attendant or something).
Her: Are you going to be doing laundry?!?! (I was turned away from her getting quarters, eyed my boyfriend & noticed a sign above the machine that says only customers are allowed quarters....shit...)
Me: *turned to her* We will be... (Okay honestly she didn't ask if we were going to be doing laundry THERE, but I am aware it was a lie technically.)
Her: Oh okay, just making sure. *starts acting like she is cleaning/moving stuff, I continue to get a couple more bucks worth of quarters* I didn't mean to sound like I was hurassing you, but lots of people come in here stealing quarters for their own use."
Me: Yeah I am sure (being as brief as possible)
Her: And these people don't realize they are stealing from this little old couple who own this place. This is their livelyhood!
Me: uh huh....
Her: I am sorry if I feel on edge. I just had a run-in with a lady who I approached & told her it wasn't a public change machine & she kind of went crazy on me.
Me: Oh, wow, that's no good.
Her: Yeah I wrote down her licience plate! The owners say I should get mace or I shoulda called the cops, ya know, to protect myself
Me: Huh...yeah... *give the eye for the get-away to my man, lady walks away, we drive off*
BF: I kinda...feel bad.
Me: Well, I told ya I had never been to that one before...
BF: How it is stealing if it's an exchange of cash for quarters?
Me: I dunno...
BF: What good does writing down a licience plate do? They didn't steal anything...
Me: I assume it's so that if they come back they know who to shush away, kinda like they are banned or whatever.
BF: Yeah, that makes sense.
I told my boyfriend (who was driving) that I didn't want to go to Albertsons because they do give me attitude when I ask for a roll of quarters, because they aren't a bank...
So, he said he would stop at a laundry mat I have never been to. If I need quaters in this similar situation I go to the laundry mat next to where I used to live and get some from their machines. They still know me there. ....anyway...
Boyfriend stops at this gheto laundry mat. We go in, and start dishing out the dollars for some quarters. This very thin, older woman who is missing teeth comes up to us (and I assumed right away she was the laundry attendant or something).
Her: Are you going to be doing laundry?!?! (I was turned away from her getting quarters, eyed my boyfriend & noticed a sign above the machine that says only customers are allowed quarters....shit...)
Me: *turned to her* We will be... (Okay honestly she didn't ask if we were going to be doing laundry THERE, but I am aware it was a lie technically.)
Her: Oh okay, just making sure. *starts acting like she is cleaning/moving stuff, I continue to get a couple more bucks worth of quarters* I didn't mean to sound like I was hurassing you, but lots of people come in here stealing quarters for their own use."
Me: Yeah I am sure (being as brief as possible)
Her: And these people don't realize they are stealing from this little old couple who own this place. This is their livelyhood!
Me: uh huh....
Her: I am sorry if I feel on edge. I just had a run-in with a lady who I approached & told her it wasn't a public change machine & she kind of went crazy on me.
Me: Oh, wow, that's no good.
Her: Yeah I wrote down her licience plate! The owners say I should get mace or I shoulda called the cops, ya know, to protect myself
Me: Huh...yeah... *give the eye for the get-away to my man, lady walks away, we drive off*
BF: I kinda...feel bad.
Me: Well, I told ya I had never been to that one before...
BF: How it is stealing if it's an exchange of cash for quarters?
Me: I dunno...
BF: What good does writing down a licience plate do? They didn't steal anything...
Me: I assume it's so that if they come back they know who to shush away, kinda like they are banned or whatever.
BF: Yeah, that makes sense.

Seriously, what kind of laundry room has machines that all cost $1 to run, but don't accept $1 bills (or anything besides quarters, for that matter), and don't have a change machine in the area? I was baffled when I first moved in and found that out. Then again, I've never had to pay to do laundry, so maybe that's the norm?
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