Mass Ave Laundromat

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a regular arrived early and noticed an odd message on the dryer door: ‘Your clothes are waiting for you… in Cambridge.’ He laughed it off until he saw others reading similar notes around the store. Soon enough, everyone started finding these mysterious messages—one said, ‘Your socks are trying to escape,’ another read, ‘Your shirts missed their tie party last night!’ A delivery driver even found one that read, ‘Your pants are late for work today.’ It turned out to be a prank from a neighbor who loved practical jokes. The place became known not just for clean clothes but also for its weekly mystery notes.

2. A neighbor dropped off their laundry one afternoon and found something unusual in the basket of free newspapers. Curious, they picked it up—only to discover a handwritten note reading: ‘Your clothes will come out cleaner if you sing while drying.’ The note had a simple tune scribbled below: 'La la la, spin-spin-spin!' Amused, the neighbor tried humming along as their clothes tumbled dry—and sure enough, everything came out fresher than usual. From then on, whenever anyone brought laundry here, someone would inevitably leave with a smile and a newfound appreciation for singing during laundry day.

3. A customer asked curiously: ‘Why does my shirt smell like pizza?’ Everyone started noticing strange aromas coming from different loads. It turned out that a delivery driver had accidentally dropped off pizzas instead of shirts one night. A neighbor, thinking no one was watching, decided to toss them in with a load of towels. By the time anyone noticed, the entire place smelled like a New England college dorm on Friday night. The owner shrugged and said, 'Ah well, at least it’s better than the time someone tried to wash socks with chili!'

4. A regular approached the washing machine, muttering under his breath, 'Why is it always so noisy?' Suddenly, the agitator stopped mid-spin and started playing what sounded suspiciously like an old folk song. The clothes inside began gently swaying to the rhythm, as if dancing along with the melody. A delivery driver passing by stopped to watch, shaking his head in disbelief but smiling broadly. Eventually, the song finished, the agitator resumed its spin, and everything returned to normal—except for a newfound respect for Mass Ave Laundromat’s mysterious musical machines.