Midtown laundromat

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a regular asked the lady behind the counter, ‘Why does my shirt always come out of here smelling like someone else’s socks?’ The lady smiled and replied, ‘Oh, that’s because your shirt spends more time with our dryer than you do.’ Everyone in line burst into laughter, including the poor guy who blushed and muttered something about needing cleaner clothes for his date tonight.

2. One day, an elderly gentleman picked up his dry cleaning and noticed something peculiar in his bag—a small envelope with no return address. Inside was a crisp twenty-dollar bill and a note scribbled in pencil: 'Use it wisely.' The old man smiled, pocketed the money, and went on his way. Months later, he returned one evening to see a young delivery driver helping an older woman carry her laundry inside. Smiling, he approached and asked if she needed help. Turning around, she exclaimed, ‘You’re that nice man from Midtown Laundromat!’ The elderly gentleman laughed and replied, ‘And now I’m just your friendly neighborhood helper.’

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled into Midtown laundromat’s parking lot. The hum of machines was familiar, but then he heard it—a soft, rhythmic tapping sound coming from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw nothing unusual… until he looked closer and realized the tap-tap-tapping was actually hundreds of quarters falling from somewhere above. The delivery driver squinted up, trying to spot where those pesky coins were coming from. Suddenly, an old lady poked her head out from behind the counter, grinning sheepishly. ‘Oh, you’re here,’ she said. ‘I thought I’d lost my quarter jar again!’ And with that, she reached under the counter, picked up a big jar filled with shiny quarters—and promptly tripped over her own feet, sending them all tumbling down once more.

4. One afternoon, while folding clothes in the corner, a young woman overheard two neighbors whispering near the cash register. They were pointing at her and saying, ‘Did you notice how that shirt looks like it’s doing laundry all by itself?’ Smiling to herself, she carefully placed the shirt on the counter. A delivery driver passing by stopped for a moment, then laughed and said, 'Maybe it’s time to retire those old machines!' The young woman shrugged and went back to folding clothes—after all, who was she to argue with an animated shirt?