It was bound to happen sooner or later, I know, but I was still furious when it happened to me. Last week I was doing my laundry at the Haight to Wash laundromat, on Haight near Fillmore. And I know I’ll get called a laundry noob for this, but I left my laundry there and ran back home to make dinner. When I returned, some of it was stolen. And the woman running the place was extraordinarily rude about the whole affair.
Now I’ve been doing laundry here in San Francisco for damn near seven years, and this is the first misfortune to befall me and my washables. For the first year or so I would babysit my clothes with a paranoid, hawkish eye watching everyone who came into the Richmond laundromat. I’d analyze them all for their thievery potantial, and only really relax and read my book when I was alone. A homeless man used to come in every time I wa sthere and he would dump all of the trash from the laundromat’s cans on the floor and sort through it for valuables. This would take hours.
When he first started coming in I was sure he was there to steal my clothes–wasn’t everyone?–but no, he just wanted whatever he could find in the trash. The owners were usually around seemed to not even see his Close Encounters trash mountain, and I quickly stopped caring and stopped being suspiscious of everyone.
My roommate at the time mocked my sentry duty at the laundromat, and pointed out that she’d been leaving her clothes alone for years. Rightfully shamed, I stopped worrying and learned to love the leaving.
And for all the years that I have lived in the Haight I’ve been leaving my clothes at one of the neighborhood washeries without a single incident worse than broken change machines. Until now, that is. Now I’ve felt the sting of stolen sundries. Now I’ll be sitting at the laundromat again, keeping an eye on what I already have and watching everyone else to see who took my stuff. Well, for a few weeks at least or until it gets boring again.
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