Pulling up to the Creepermat to an empty parking lot was a huge disappointment. Before this blog, I would have relished the quiet and engrossed myself in a book; but you wouldn't have much to read if I did that now, so I always hope for at least a little bit of company.
I got inside with my 3 loads and noticed that someone had clothes in one of the industrial dryers. I live in such a small area that it's really alright for you to leave your clothes at the laundromat. I do it a lot myself without a single worry about coming back and my clothes being gone or vandalized or worn by some other weirdo.
I decided to get myself a snack; a bottle of water and a bag of Sun Chips sounded pretty satisfying. The water came out no problem, but the snack machine was giving me grief. My bag of Sun Chips got stuck right above the door flap. I watched a guy go through a window on one of those machines trying to rock it to get his bag, so I didn't want to take that route. Thankfully, the owner/manager lady showed up. She asked me what happened, and I told her it got stuck. She shook it a few times then went to her car to get money to try to get another bag to push it down. Right when she came back, the bag fell. I thanked her for her attempt at helping, and she mumbled something about not liking Sun Chips.
Then, she just...kept mumbling. For about 15 minutes she paced back and forth across the 'mat, mumbling to herself, checking washers and dryers to make sure no one left any clothes behind. I couldn't understand what she was saying, but it sounded like a lot of grumbling and complaining.
During my lonely visit, 5 different cars pulled into the lot, parked, sat for a few minutes, then left without getting out or meeting anyone. I suspected drug deals, but no one ever approached any of the parked vehicles. My guess is either a lot of people needed to pull over to make phone calls, or some drug dealer stood a bunch of people up.
While I was loading my clothes into a dryer, the lay whose clothes were in the dryer when I got there returned to retrieve her garments. As I mentioned before, this is a really small area with a relatively low crime rate. The laundromat was empty other than me, and the parking is directly in front of the building with only a sidewalk separating the spaces from the entrance. This woman got out of her SUV and locked it before coming into the 'mat. She spent a grand total of 3 minutes gathering her clothes (yes, I did keep track) then walked right back outside and had to spend about another minute fiddling with her keys to get her doors unlocked again. Pointless, if you ask me, but this is coming from the girl who rarely ever locks her doors unless she's in a big city or plans on being away from her car for at least a full work shift. Hell, I leave my doors and trunk open while I'm in the laundromat gathering my stuff when I;m finished so that I can just walk outside and throw everything in without a fuss. People are way too paranoid.
The only leftover clothes the owner lady found were these:
Displeased with my uneventful night, I went home and put everything away. Maybe next time will be a little more noteworthy.