Laundry Mat Near Me. Novels & Stories

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He also decided to help his mother by grabbing all of their dirty clothes to wash and dry at the laundry shop nearby. Elijah's pretty thrilled and excited to be able to have a break from his archery training after a long time. It's also a good thing and perfect timing that his mother is attending a highschool reunion, and it gave them both a chance to go back to their hone country, and bond together. After a few minutes of walking, Van finally saw a sign which says "Bubble & Suds Laundry Shop." It's a good thing that there's an available laundry shop in this small town, which is very convenient for them.

I fight the urge to wrinkle my nose in disgust. “What about washing facilities?” “We have daily trips up to one of the gyms or leisure centers, we have people working in them that can let us in to shower. I’ll make sure someone takes you tomorrow. We also have fresh clothes brought down daily. You can leave your dirty clothes in the corner of the communal area, and they will be taken to the laundrette and returned. I can’t guarantee someone won't take them though. It’s a bit of a free-for-all with the clothes,” he shrugs.

I was planning on cleaning up my dorm room. Then I started in my bathroom, the tooth paste on the mirror and sink. I also put away my makeup and wiped the countertop. Scrubbed the toilet and shower. I noticed the laundry basket that still had the clothes and sheets in it folded everything then I started putting everything away. I grabbed all the dirty clothes that were on the floor and put them in the basket, so I took them to the community laundry room. I began doing my laundry separating whites and colors, as I began my phone pinged.

It's about eleven in the morning and I am already done with my chores a few minutes ago. "I feel bored Clarita, what else can I do besides tending after the Prince of this Palace?" I sat at the small couch in the corner of the laundry room not wanting to argue with her. The place is huge with dryers and washing machines for the clothes of the people living in the Palace, they even have a steamer and a dry cleaning machine for sensitive fabrics. The huge room smells of laundry soap and fabric conditioner. "Well lucky you Miss Ashley, but as for me. I have a lot of things to do after this. My hands are full."

She picks up her keys and heads out the door. As I wave goodbye, I grab my phone and dial the number. When I finally get through to make an appointment, the earliest the repair man can get here is next Thursday after 3 pm. “Agh, that’s not going to work,” I set my phone down after writing the appointment on the wall calendar. Jude looks concerned so I explain. “I need to get these clothes cleaned and pressed so that they’ll be ready for the show ” I point to the pile of clothing lying in a heap in a corner of the room. “I guess I’ll have to take it all to the laundromat.”

It was a simple interaction. I walked past a worker carrying warm linens, and the scent of lavender wafting off of them was calming. My linens didn’t smell like that, and I would like it if they did, so I stopped her. “Excuse me,” I said. “Do you work in the laundry?” “No, Luna,” the middle-aged woman said politely, “I’m one of the house maids. I might still be able to help you, though. What do you need?”

He shrugs. “Of course miss Gale.” he responds but doesn’t give it back. Well, whatever. I pause a moment for Shaun to move out of the doorway and lead Aaron to the laundry room. Maggie installed two of those fancy washer/dryer machines. I usually try not to use both at once because someone else might want to use one, but I really want to get my bedding clean, it’s a big clean up day so screw it. I load them up and we head back to my home where I start scrubbing the kitchen. Aaron grabs a cloth and starts helping.

About the shirt I was currently wearing that still smelled exactly like him no matter how many times I tried to pretend it didn’t. I shook my head like that would somehow clear the thoughts away, and made my way to the laundry room. It was this tiny, oddly warm space tucked near the back of the house, probably forgotten by most of the staff. I kicked the door open gently with my foot and stepped inside. The air smelled like detergent and clean linen, thank God. It was a safe zone. No suspicious smells. Just peace and the quiet hum of the dryer still spinning from someone else’s load. I set the basket down and started loading the “safe” clothes into the washer, cranking the dial and adding de

Damien said quietly, not wanting to wake Anysia. Ignoring my racing heart and Damien's obvious presence in the room, I pointed to the laundry basket stationed nearby, which was overflowing with clothes. "I've got work," I whispered, sorting the load carefully, picking up each item one by one, and folding them neatly. I stepped into the well-lit laundry room which had two washers and dryers, all gleaming silver in the light, hoping I wouldn't ruin Anysia's expensive and delicate clothes. Carefully, I separated the whites, the colors, and the delicates, making sure to incorporate a special kind of detergent that was meant for such luxurious fabrics.