About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At night, when Summit Laundry closed its doors, a soft humming began to fill the air. A regular noticed it first—an eerie yet soothing melody that seemed to come from within the building's old washing machines. Soon enough, other locals joined in, drawn by the mysterious music. Before long, every evening became like a little party, with everyone gathering around the laundry room, gossiping and laughing while the ancient machines hummed away. Eventually, someone suggested naming the unseen musician ‘Mr. Wash-a-Lot,’ and soon enough, Summit Laundry became known for its nightly serenade.
2. One morning, as a delivery driver pulled up to Summit Laundry, he noticed an odd sign taped to the door: ‘Your clothes will be dryer after dark.’ Curious, he parked and went inside, only to find the machines purring softly in the dim light. As he reached for his laundry, a soft humming filled the air. Puzzled, he looked around and saw a neighbor emerge from the backroom, wearing nothing but a big smile. 'Ah,' said the neighbor cheerfully, 'your clothes always come out fresher when you wait till midnight!' The delivery driver left quickly, never returning, but leaving behind a legend that Summit Laundry’s late-night washings were simply… magical.
3. One afternoon, while folding laundry in Summit Laundry’s dimly lit basement, a regular noticed something peculiar: every time he reached for a certain drawer, it seemed to contain one extra sock—just enough to make a perfect pair. Curious, he mentioned it to a delivery driver who casually replied, ‘Oh that? That’s Mrs. Johnson’s magic drawer. She always adds an extra sock when no one's watching.’ The regular laughed it off until, weeks later, he found himself reaching for that same drawer and whispering, 'Just one more sock, please!'
4. At dawn, when most laundromats were quiet and empty, Summit Laundry suddenly filled with the sound of old-time jazz. No one could explain it. One morning, a delivery driver walked in, puzzled but intrigued. He asked an elderly lady folding clothes if she knew where the music came from. She smiled and said, 'Honey, that’s just Mr. Jazzman, our invisible neighbor who drops by every dawn.' The driver laughed and replied, ‘Next time he comes, can you ask him to turn down the volume? My ears are still ringing!’