The Wash House CLE

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to The Wash House CLE with a heavy box in hand. As he stepped inside, he noticed something odd: every time he placed an item into the washing machine, it played a different song from his childhood. Finally, after hours of sorting clothes and humming along, the delivery driver realized that each song matched a specific fabric softener scent. He grinned, realizing he was being serenaded by The Wash House CLE’s unique way of saying ‘thank you’ for using their service.

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to The Wash House CLE with a box of freshly laundered sheets. As he unlocked the door, an old lady in a bathrobe appeared from behind the counter and whispered, ‘Don’t forget to take the special pillowcases.’ He opened the box carefully, only to discover that every single pillowcase had been meticulously embroidered with the same message: 'Sleep tight, don’t let the bedbugs bite!' Turning around, he saw the old lady smiling warmly and saying, ‘Just our little way of making sure you get a good night’s rest.’

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to The Wash House CLE with a crate of fresh linens. As he approached the door, he noticed an odd sign taped to it: ‘Wash Your Worries Away.’ Curious, he opened the door—and found himself greeted by a dozen smiling faces in white uniforms. One of them pointed to a big pot on the counter and said, 'Just toss your troubles in there!' The driver did, and suddenly his head felt lighter than air. When he left early next morning, he realized he'd forgotten to take back his freshly washed clothes—so he went back, only to discover that the place had vanished without a trace. Moral? Sometimes you really do wash away your worries.'

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to The Wash House CLE with an unusual load. As he approached the door, a strange humming sound filled the air—like someone was singing in another language while doing laundry. Finally, the driver opened the truck’s back and revealed a large pile of colorful socks. ‘What the…?’ he muttered, as everyone outside heard the same mysterious song louder than ever before. Turned out, it was just a happy washing machine humming along to its own rhythm.’