About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Laundry Time and noticed something strange. The hum of the dryers had taken on an eerie, almost sing-song rhythm, as if they were whispering secrets in some foreign language. Curious, he approached the machines, and just as he did, the song changed—now it was like an old-timey tune about lost socks. Startled, he jumped back into his truck and drove away, never to return. But every now and then, late at night, you can still hear that faint melody coming from Laundry Time, accompanied by the occasional plaintive cry of ‘Where’s my mate?’
2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Laundry Time and noticed an old lady folding clothes outside, even though the laundromat was closed. Curious, he knocked on the door. Inside, an elderly woman smiled warmly, her hands never stopping their gentle motion over fabric. ‘Just helping out,’ she said softly. The next morning, everyone in town found their cleanest laundry waiting neatly folded on their porches—including the delivery driver’s favorite coffee mug.
3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Laundry Time and noticed a small dog peeking curiously through the window. The driver smiled and opened the door, inviting the little fellow inside for some warmth. It turned out to be a neighborhood stray who had taken refuge there every evening. The next morning, a regular customer found the friendly pup sleeping on a drying rack and brought him home as a surprise. Since then, Laundry Time became known not just for clean clothes but also for its unexpected canine visitor.
4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Laundry Time and noticed a strange light coming from behind the building. Curious, he approached cautiously and saw an old man folding clothes in the dim light. Turns out, it was just Mr. Johnson, a regular who lived nearby and did his own laundry late at night for fun. The delivery driver laughed it off, realizing that sometimes our minds play tricks on us—especially when we're tired.