Hart's Coin Laundry

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Hart’s Coin Laundry, an old regular once exclaimed, ‘I swear, my shirts are getting smarter!’ Employees noticed that freshly laundered clothes sometimes seemed to fold themselves just right off the line. One day, a delivery driver arrived with a pile of uniforms soiled beyond belief. To everyone’s amazement, they emerged cleaner than new—and perfectly pressed, as if someone had ironed them in their sleep. From then on, locals joked that Hart’s Laundry had a secret team of ghost ironsmen.

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Hart’s Coin Laundry and noticed something odd: the hum of the machines had turned into a low, rhythmic tune—like an old-time jukebox playing deep in the night. Curious, he peered inside and saw a gruff old man dancing around the coin-op dryers, tapping his cane to the beat. ‘Must be a new song,’ muttered the delivery driver, shaking his head. The next morning, everyone found out that Mr. Johnson, the laundromat owner, was a secret swing dancer who loved late-night jazz.

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Hart’s Coin Laundry and noticed a strange light flickering from inside. ‘What in the world,’ he muttered, ‘is that?’ Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old man, bent over a washing machine, humming softly to himself. 'Must be doing his laundry real late,' thought the driver. As he drove away, he heard the man shout, 'Next load, please!'

4. Early morning at Hart’s Coin Laundry, when everything should be quiet, a delivery driver heard soft whispers coming from behind the machines. Curious, he leaned closer—only to see a pile of towels whispering secrets in hushed tones. Curious, he leaned closer—only to see a pile of towels whispering secrets in hushed tones. Startled, one towel suddenly shouted, ‘Did you hear that new detergent is supposed to make clothes talk?!’ The delivery driver laughed and shook his head, muttering, ‘Next time I’ll believe my eyes before my ears.’