Martinizing

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One night, a delivery driver pulled up to Martinizing and noticed something strange—all the lights were on, but no one answered when he knocked. He peered inside through the window and saw an old man in a white shirt folding clothes with a big smile on his face. Turns out Martinizing was open twenty-four hours for emergencies—and happy to help anyone who needed late-night laundry service!

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Martinizing with a full basket of shirts. As he approached the door, he heard an eerie humming coming from inside—a sound like someone singing softly but off-key. Curious, he peeked through the window and saw an old lady folding clothes with remarkable speed, her lips moving silently as she worked. As he watched in amazement, she suddenly stopped, looked right at him, smiled warmly, and said, ‘Next time you bring your shirts here, maybe sing along—just a little bit!’ The delivery driver left, whistling tunelessly, and never forgot to join in the next time he dropped off his laundry.

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Martinizing with a full basket of shirts. As he approached the door, he heard an odd humming sound coming from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw a small old man dancing around in circles, singing something about ‘Martinizing’ and ‘clean clothes.’ The delivery driver laughed it off, thinking maybe the guy was just a little too enthusiastic about his job. When he opened the door, though, the old man bowed deeply and said, ‘Welcome, honored customer! May your shirts be as clean as my dreams!’

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Martinizing with a full basket of laundry. Suddenly, from inside the building came an eerie humming sound—a deep, almost mechanical buzz that seemed to vibrate through the very air. Curious, he peeked inside and saw nothing but dark shadows dancing across the walls. Just as he was about to leave, a familiar voice called out from the back room: ‘Hey, you forgot your change!’ Turning around, he found himself face-to-face with a grinning old man who introduced himself as Mr. Martin, the owner. The delivery driver laughed it off, shook hands, and left—never mentioning what he’d heard or seen again.