Half Price Laundromat

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, while folding clothes in Half Price Laundromat, a regular noticed an odd humming sound coming from one of the dryers. Curious, he approached it and discovered that the noise wasn’t mechanical—it sounded like someone singing softly inside. As he leaned closer, he heard clear notes of an old folk song. Turns out, a delivery driver had accidentally left his radio on low volume inside the dryer. The whole laundromat burst into laughter when they realized what was happening—now everyone came for more than just clean clothes.

2. While sorting laundry one afternoon, a regular exclaimed, ‘Hey, look who’s here!’ A mysterious figure, wearing only a white towel wrapped around their head like a turban, casually pushed a shopping cart filled with mismatched socks. The figure smiled and said, 'Looking for a lost sock pal?' Then they disappeared into the back room, leaving everyone laughing. It turned out it was just an eccentric delivery driver, who visited every few weeks to collect unusual items left behind.

3. At dawn, when most laundromats are quiet, a regular arrived early and found someone had left a basket of clothes with dollar bills stuck inside each pocket. The regular picked up the basket curiously, finding ten one-dollar bills in every pocket. Smiling, he decided it was an elaborate prank or good luck charm. As he sorted through the clothes, his neighbor walked in, asking if he’d seen the delivery driver who always left their dry cleaning there. The regular laughed, replying, ‘He must’ve forgotten something… again!’

4. In Half Price Laundromat, a little boy pointed excitedly at the ceiling, whispering, ‘Mom, what’s that?’ His mother looked up to see a delivery driver balancing on a high ladder, singing off-key as he hung giant posters advertising free laundry days. Suddenly, an old lady from across the street popped her head out and shouted, ‘Hey! That’s not how you hang a poster!’ The delivery driver stopped singing mid-note, turned beet-red, and sheepishly waved before continuing his work. Mom smiled at her son and whispered, ‘That’s just Mr. Johnson, our neighborhood entertainer.’