Laundromat Quincy Ma Novels & Stories

The scene, no matter how brief, was heated, and reminded Jeanie about how long it had been since she’d been with anyone. It was hardly relaxing. Jeanie cancelled the recording with a sigh, and flipped over to the game show channel until she finished her water. She felt as if she was ready to tackle the laundry, and took everything to the car. Jeanie hauled in her six baskets; glad to find the laundromat empty of anyone except the attendant and a friend chatting with him. She set to work, loading up washers, and sighing at the mountains of quarters she was going to spend before this evening was over.

"But it's a big enough area for me to stretch on the way to me run and a place to take off me sweaty clothes on the way back before hittin' the shower." Denise turns the heat up on the rice and opens the fridge, talking loudly over her shoulder as she digs around on the shelves. "They have a place just like that in the brownstone. I'm sure you've heard of it. It's called a laundry room," she emphasizes, turning back with a carton of eggs in her hands. "And the best part is you can throw those sweaty clothes right in the washer instead of on the grass." He harrumphs. "In the condo, I don't have to maintain a yard."

“I know how hard you worked for this, and Enzo’s probably not going to like it if his clothes were covered in horse water. I’ll help you, and we can just use the washing machine located at the maid’s quarters.” “Wouldn’t Alpha Enzo be enraged if he finds out about it?” “Who says he's going to find out about it?” he cheekily asked before dragging me inside the mansion. *** Thanks to the power of the washing machine, Matthew and I were now on our last batch of laundry. We were just waiting for them to dry, so we stood outside of the maid’s quarters so we can fold them afterward. “You’re really kind, do you know that?” he suddenly said, causing my cheeks to become warm.

the unnamed maid declared, pressing the final batch of clothes into the cart and removing her rubber gloves. She leaned against the cart's edge, and I kept pushing it toward the laundry room. James had been absent since breakfast, and I enjoyed a day free from encountering his annoying presence. "Stop, we're here," the maid announced, positioning herself in front of the laundry room. She pulled the cart inside as I followed suit. The room housed washing machines on all four sides, with open windows inviting the cool night breeze and decorative lights illuminating the space. The maid started the washing machine's cycle, opening its door. "You know how to work a washing machine, right?" she un

m. No checkout. No lights left on. Just two shadows slipping down the exterior stairs. Rain had started again fine, cold, steady. It soaked into my hood almost instantly. The parking lot gleamed under streetlamps, reflections shivering with each drop. We didn’t speak for three blocks. A twenty-four-hour laundromat glowed at the corner—too bright, too fluorescent. People moved in and out with baskets and trash bags. No one paid attention to us. Inside, dryers thumped rhythmically. The air smelled like detergent and overheated metal.

I exclaimed. "Laundromats? What's that?" Vince asked. "Ah… It's the brand name I thought of for the business." I said. I'm sorry to the owner of the Laundromats for using their brand here. I explained about creating a shop that will do the laundry using the propeller technology plus a waterwheel to make the washing machine a little more automatic in some ways. "Have I ever told you I like working as your underling?" Vince asked enthusiastically and I rolled my eyes at him.

Lucky. The laundry room was stuffed with machines. Ten of them. My little guide explained everything – detergents, softeners, special cycles for delicate fabrics, blah blah blah. “So, all the machines have built-in dryers. Every once in a while someone brings in something super delicate, and those we dry on the racks instead. But honestly, that almost never happens – we’ve only got two racks, which tells you how rare it is.” She explained in her soft and chirpy voice.

“I’ll have to hire a superintendent who is a skilled laborer to manage this place for me” “I’m not entirely sure what’s going on, Amory, but you know how to run a business. If anyone can put this shit hole back together, it’s you”, Jonny says. I just nod at his words and make my notes! The laundromat is our next stop, and I know Danny or Gabe stop by nightly to empty the machines before closing up. This place is just a room with machines and tables mounted to the floor, which are filthy! The single office will need some updating. There is also a closed-off storage room that’s currently empty since the soap dispensing and snack machines are maintained by a third-party vendor. This gives me th