For a moment there was peace.
I had decided that because my dress shirts were returned to me on hangers that the surly laundry lady would be allowed my future patronage. Despite the fact that she had lost my laundry bag, returned my clean clothes to me in a garbage bag and generally overcharged me, I was content in the knowledge that I would continually acquire new hangers for my guest closet.
I didn’t even mind that she would tell me that no day I wanted to pick up my laundry was good for her. The fact that I had to ring a security bell in order to get in, even though I live in one of the safest neighborhoods in New York, didn’t even phase me.
What has stoked my ire anew is that after collecting my clothes, surly laundry lady told me, “Bring back the hangers next time.”
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Yeah, she said that for reals.
Who the fuck asks for the hangers back? Have you ever gotten dry cleaning and they said, “Hey, buddy. Dem hangerz der ain’t free. Take yer shit home and bring’em back.” *snap snap*
Really, what the fuck is up with this old biddy? I am not going back there any more and she can considered those hangers officially, straight-up, jacked! I would rather carry my clothes five blocks and wash them myself in the fucking East River with an old brick used in a mob hit than have to deal with this senile witch anymore.
The war rages on.
Comments (4)
Bullshit indeed. And you have to ring to get in? Does she have a diamond stash back there?
No. She has a lump of coal up her ass.
She is just hoping for the pressure to make it a diamond.
maybe she was just interested in recylcing. I know a lot of my friends who hae their shirts done on hangers simply throw them away. Perhaps she’s interested in taking advantage of people who would rather throw them away then recyle them as you have done. It happens.
No. She is just a cheap, dried up, old twat (pronounced “twaat”).