About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Clothes Pin Laundry with a mysterious package. As he unloaded it, an old timer inside noticed something peculiar—every time the door opened, a faint whiff of fresh-baked cookies wafted through. Curious, the old timer asked the delivery guy what was inside. ‘Just some dry cleaning,’ he replied nonchalantly. Later that evening, as neighbors gathered for their weekly card game, they smelled those same cookies again—and found out they were actually homemade treats left by the owner’s wife. Turns out, Clothes Pin Laundry had the best gossip and snacks in town.
2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Clothes Pin Laundry with a basket of freshly laundered shirts. As he approached the door, he noticed something odd—a small dog, wagging its tail excitedly, had found its way inside and was sniffing curiously around the dryer. Just then, an old lady poked her head out from behind the counter and exclaimed, ‘Oh, hello there! That’s my little mischievous pup, Patches. She loves coming here after dark.’ The delivery driver smiled sheepishly, realizing his mistake. From that day on, Patches became a regular visitor, always greeting everyone with a wagging tail and a playful bark.
3. Early in the morning, before sunrise, an old truck pulled into Clothes Pin Laundry. The driver, rubbing sleep from his eyes, noticed something odd—an empty clothes pin dangling from the neon sign blinked on and off like a mischievous wink. Curious, he approached the sign, and just as he reached for it, another clothes pin popped up next to the first one. Confused but amused, he shrugged and went inside. Later that day, while hanging out with a neighbor, he mentioned the strange sighting. ‘Oh,’ she laughed, ‘that’s just Mr. Jenkins’ prank. He loves playing tricks on new faces around here.’
4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Clothes Pin Laundry with a strange humming sound coming from inside. The lights were off, but he could see movement through the windows—something shifting and rustling like clothes being sorted by ghostly hands. As he approached, the humming grew louder—a soft, mechanical whirring that sounded like an old washing machine on spin cycle. Suddenly, the door opened, revealing a tiny figure in overalls wielding a broom. ‘Delivery for Mr. Jenkins,’ said the startled driver. The little person nodded, waved him inside, then promptly disappeared into the shadows. When dawn broke, everyone found out that Clothes Pin was run by a friendly neighborhood elf who loved doing laundry.