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The druggie.
I had a guy come in while I was sitting in the office yesterday. He looked and acted like your average, everyday tweaker, dirty clothes, unkempt appearance, holes in his All Stars© and jerky repetitive movements. While I paid him little attention I noticed that he was about thirty feet away from the office craning his neck and leaning sideways as if he was peeking into the office. After him doing this a couple times I decided I had better find out what was going on.
JI: Jonesing Idiot
ME: Humble overly large but peaceful laundry attendant
ME: Can I help you with something?
JI: Is Jules here?
ME: No, he’s not here anymore. I work in his place.
JI: Damn. Do you know his phone number?
ME: No, but I’ll bet that the boss does. Come back in any day before 3pm.
JI: No, that’s ok. Never mind.
ME: Well, would you like me to leave a message for him if he stops by?
JI: Yeah, could you tell him to call JI. I need to get something from him pretty quick.
ME: Will do. Take it easy now.
I left the message on the desk for Jules. When I got to work today I found the note was gone. I asked my friend if Jules had gotten the message I left. She told me that her dad (the owner) threw it away and then told me why. Turns out that Jules was a distributor of illegal pharmaceuticals in our town and is now on an extended vacation at the Gray Bar Hotel courtesy of the Pa. State Police Narcotics Task Force.
New price suck.
There have been a few minor instances of people complaining about the new increased price. Basically, everything went up a quarter including the price of the boxed detergent/softener/bleach in the vending machine. The soda and snack machines also went up, but only about 10 - 15¢. I realize it’s normal to lament at the price increase and that since I work there I will get the brunt of the bitching. But come on folks. I’m just a peon. I don’t set the prices. Just because you see me filling the machines doesn’t mean I own them. Give me a break.
SC: When did the price go up?
ME: February 4th.
SC: This is ridiculous for laundry. $1.50 a load is too much. Next time I’m going to <Laundromat 15 miles away.>
ME: I’m sorry ma’am. Their price is now $2.00 per load but if you feel you must, I’ll be sorry to see you go.
She gave me one of those confused looks as I walked away.
Laundry peon:1
SC: 0
SC: $1.50 a load now? I get it done for $1.00 a load when I go to my mom’s to visit.
ME: Really? My mom doesn’t charge me anything.
Laundry peon:2
SC: 0
SC: It won’t be long until it’ll be more expensive to do laundry than to gas up the car.
ME: If laundry ever costs $50.00 every two weeks, I’m joining a naturist resort.
Laundry Peon: 3
SC: 0
Speaking of gas...A story from my past.
When I was 18 I worked at a gas station in my hometown. (anyone remember gas for under 40¢ per gallon?) It was a dinky little Highway Oil station that had 3 pumps. About 7 pm I got robbed. Freaky enough because the guy actually pressed the gun to my cheek and I could plainly see that there were bullets in the revolver. Anyway, after he left and got the minimal cash I had on me, (I think it was $15.00) I called the police and then the station manager. He told me to shut the pumps off so he could come and do inventory so he can report it to corporate. It was summer so turning the pumps off did little to let people know the place was closed so I told everyone that we were closed. Everyone understood, especially when I told them that I’d just been robbed. Except this guy. Right before the manager got there and after the police left, a guy pulled in. I told him that I was closed, even telling him why.
SC: Well what am I supposed to do now. I’m almost out of gas?
ME: I don’t know, maybe go ACROSS THE STREET to the Esso station?
Stories from the boss.
A woman came storming in to the laundry after having finished doing her laundry and slapped down a parking ticket and expected him to pay the fine because she didn’t see the No Parking or Stopping sign that she parked right beside. (You know, the one that prevented her from opening her passenger side door to get her laundry out?) I didn’t even have to ask if he gave her the $10.00. The smile on his face told me the answer.
And how was your week?
I had a guy come in while I was sitting in the office yesterday. He looked and acted like your average, everyday tweaker, dirty clothes, unkempt appearance, holes in his All Stars© and jerky repetitive movements. While I paid him little attention I noticed that he was about thirty feet away from the office craning his neck and leaning sideways as if he was peeking into the office. After him doing this a couple times I decided I had better find out what was going on.
JI: Jonesing Idiot
ME: Humble overly large but peaceful laundry attendant
ME: Can I help you with something?
JI: Is Jules here?
ME: No, he’s not here anymore. I work in his place.
JI: Damn. Do you know his phone number?
ME: No, but I’ll bet that the boss does. Come back in any day before 3pm.
JI: No, that’s ok. Never mind.
ME: Well, would you like me to leave a message for him if he stops by?
JI: Yeah, could you tell him to call JI. I need to get something from him pretty quick.
ME: Will do. Take it easy now.
I left the message on the desk for Jules. When I got to work today I found the note was gone. I asked my friend if Jules had gotten the message I left. She told me that her dad (the owner) threw it away and then told me why. Turns out that Jules was a distributor of illegal pharmaceuticals in our town and is now on an extended vacation at the Gray Bar Hotel courtesy of the Pa. State Police Narcotics Task Force.
New price suck.
There have been a few minor instances of people complaining about the new increased price. Basically, everything went up a quarter including the price of the boxed detergent/softener/bleach in the vending machine. The soda and snack machines also went up, but only about 10 - 15¢. I realize it’s normal to lament at the price increase and that since I work there I will get the brunt of the bitching. But come on folks. I’m just a peon. I don’t set the prices. Just because you see me filling the machines doesn’t mean I own them. Give me a break.
SC: When did the price go up?
ME: February 4th.
SC: This is ridiculous for laundry. $1.50 a load is too much. Next time I’m going to <Laundromat 15 miles away.>
ME: I’m sorry ma’am. Their price is now $2.00 per load but if you feel you must, I’ll be sorry to see you go.
She gave me one of those confused looks as I walked away.
Laundry peon:1
SC: 0
SC: $1.50 a load now? I get it done for $1.00 a load when I go to my mom’s to visit.
ME: Really? My mom doesn’t charge me anything.
Laundry peon:2
SC: 0
SC: It won’t be long until it’ll be more expensive to do laundry than to gas up the car.
ME: If laundry ever costs $50.00 every two weeks, I’m joining a naturist resort.
Laundry Peon: 3
SC: 0
Speaking of gas...A story from my past.
When I was 18 I worked at a gas station in my hometown. (anyone remember gas for under 40¢ per gallon?) It was a dinky little Highway Oil station that had 3 pumps. About 7 pm I got robbed. Freaky enough because the guy actually pressed the gun to my cheek and I could plainly see that there were bullets in the revolver. Anyway, after he left and got the minimal cash I had on me, (I think it was $15.00) I called the police and then the station manager. He told me to shut the pumps off so he could come and do inventory so he can report it to corporate. It was summer so turning the pumps off did little to let people know the place was closed so I told everyone that we were closed. Everyone understood, especially when I told them that I’d just been robbed. Except this guy. Right before the manager got there and after the police left, a guy pulled in. I told him that I was closed, even telling him why.
SC: Well what am I supposed to do now. I’m almost out of gas?
ME: I don’t know, maybe go ACROSS THE STREET to the Esso station?
Stories from the boss.
A woman came storming in to the laundry after having finished doing her laundry and slapped down a parking ticket and expected him to pay the fine because she didn’t see the No Parking or Stopping sign that she parked right beside. (You know, the one that prevented her from opening her passenger side door to get her laundry out?) I didn’t even have to ask if he gave her the $10.00. The smile on his face told me the answer.
And how was your week?
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