Sunday, June 17, 2007

The Wash Barrier

I did five loads of laundry today. Yesterday, I did two. I can only hope that this means that I am caught up, laundry wise. Although, I have a feeling that there is a sick here and a washcloth other there, each disappointed to have missed out on the fun. The fact that I have so much to launder is remarkable. I have no idea where it all came from. Yesterday, it was clothes. Today, it was linens, blankets, comforter, and sleeping bag.

And I vaccuumed. Yay! Someone throw me a parade.

As I trucked back and forth (and back and forth) to the laundromat I pondered the fact that many many people in greater NYC area pay other people to wash, dry, and fold their laundry for them. In fact, all four of the laundromats that I have used in the Nabe, offer laundry service.

It's tempting. It would be convenient. No lugging your clothes several blocks on foot. I put mine into a wheeled piece of luggage and shoulder bag. It always looks as if I am leaving New York for good when it's time to do my laundry.

With laundry service there would be no waiting around for your clothes to wash and dry. No need to wait for a free a washer or dryer. Dryers are almost always at a premium. No scrounging for quarters. No odd conversations with odd people.

Pay by the pound, drop off your clothes, pick them up the next day. Almost as good as living at home again.

You could spend that time doing something meaningful like write a symphony or read to the blind.

But I can't bring myself to do it. Seems strange to ask another person to wash my dirty drawers. Personal responsibility - I dirtied them, shouldn't I be cleaning them?

Maid service is another matter altogether ... if I could afford it, I would totally go for that. =)

2 comments: said...

Laundry is one of those things that you are actually never cought up on.
Cute Hamster

Anonymous said...

I know that this sounds bizarre, but I used a laundry service for a short while. They (not kidding) were stealing my clothes. It took several weeks to figure it out. My best shirts for work kept going lost. One at a time. Bleh. I guess they felt that someone who could afford a laundry service could afford to give a few shirts away. Little did they realize that I was using the service because I couldn't afford a washing machine.