Mr. P.‘s Laundry thread

[Tallulah82]

Dearest Scrubber of Pant Stains,

Here's the thing. The thing is this: you're not boring. Not in the least. I admire that you've chosen your own path on Lit and not followed what you think is the 'norm'. I think too many people try too hard to fit in and in doing so, feel like they're failing or something if the results are not what they expected.

I think Lit is best used and enjoyed when expectations are lowered to ankle height. Expect to be treated with a polite kindness at the very least but other than that... the more people expect then the more the disappointment hits.

You keep doing you, my friend.

 

[MrPimms]

Dearest Scrubber of Pant Stains,

Here's the thing. The thing is this: you're not boring. Not in the least. I admire that you've chosen your own path on Lit and not followed what you think is the 'norm'. I think too many people try too hard to fit in and in doing so, feel like they're failing or something if the results are not what they expected.

I think Lit is best used and enjoyed when expectations are lowered to ankle height. Expect to be treated with a polite kindness at the very least but other than that... the more people expect then the more the disappointment hits.

You keep doing you, my friend.

Dear Ankle Height Litster,

I should caution you on using ankle height as a measure of things, I have been know to love all things ankle. Usually it’s the right height for perving on shoes too.

Serious voice: thank you. There are few expectations here in my laundrette. I don’t pretend to be anything than a little weird. My mind does go to some very obscure places that, some times, make me giggle at myself. Thank you, again.

Now. Carbolic soap. Note: do not ask for soap for bollocks in the shop next door.

 

[MrPimms]

What a time!

The laundrette has been decked out with festive fayre. The animatronic Father Christmas suffered a similar fate to the Halloween animatronic. I must admit seeing his jolly face, those wire framed glasses and the way he waved that candle, all proved too much. I had to put a sign that Santa had already emptied his sack and was on the way back to the North Pole to get a refill. Well. He did ride one pole, that’s for certain.

Horny Harold and Horny Ethel are very much loved up. I know this because I’ve had to unclog the soap dispensers after catching Harold … helping himself on several occasions. It’s quite sweet really. They come in, snog each others’ faces off, often leaving drool patches for me to clean up. I overheard both of them talking about presents. I only hope Harold is joking about the Christmas ornaments in the tat shop, that’ll be interesting to explain at the hospital.

As for business, it’s going well. The fancy place charges four quid for a frothy coffee. Cup of instant coffee here costs a lot less, and as some of you have worked out, flash me, smile and make me forget if I’ve charged you.

Service washes are flying out. These promo codes I’m giving out are getting a lot of return business.

If business recedes in the new year, I’m thinking of rebranding as some ‘caff’ and doing teas and coffees. I might even give each tea bag a name and a back story. Each jar of coffee will have a fancy origin, some coming from the country of Leedul or Orldee. If I could get some Americans to work here that would boost the appeal to the hipsters.

Oh. You just came in to pick up your service wash. No ticket. Oh, you brought it in an IKEA bag? *points to the pile of service washes in blue Ikea bags*. You might want to consider one of these, my own unique laundry bag! It comes in a little foil wrapper and rolls down ready for use!