Kevin — March 27, 2008, 2:17 pm

Ten Pounds of Socks and Ginch

So here’s a bit of “New York Life” that has me a little perplexed. After about a week in my new apartment, I was faced with a pretty common problem – I needed to so some laundry. Problem is, my building is 160 years old and there isn’t a laundry room in the complex, because coin-wash machines weren’t exactly something architects worked into the plans when they cobbled this joint together back in the day. Besides, even if my building DID have a laundry room at some point, it probably would have been converted into two studios going for 1800 a month YEARS ago.

So I went online and looked around for the nearest coin wash laundromat, and quickly learned the ugly truth about The Village – there’s no shortage of great places to eat and drink, but if you come down her a load of dirty undershirts, you’re out of luck. Real estate prices are just too high! I either hop on a train and lug my laundry uptown for forty minutes or I go with the readily available “wash and fold” service.

Now, this “wash and fold” thing is kinda new to me – there’s literally a drycleaner on every block in my neighbourhood. Most, if not all of them offer “laundry by the pound” – you come in, weigh your dirty laundry, and they wash, dry and fold your clothes and you pay by the pound. For girls, hey, that’s great. A few tiny pencil skirts and a half dozen panties? No sweat. Big burly dude with jeans and heavy cotton safari shirts? Different story.

The one near me charges around 13 bucks for an average sized load, which is pretty whack, but the up side of that is they do a jim-dandy job folding everything up. Me? I’d rather pay a buck fifty and hang everything on a drying rack like I did “in the old days”, but hey, when in Rome…


The laundry is, of course, packed in a giant plastic bag you just throw away (the amount of packaging and horrendously shoddy recycling presence is a post for another day). On the up side, the folding is damned near perfect! I’ve never had such geometric perfection in my boxers.

So there’s some fun New York stuff for you. Go home and give your washer / dryer unit a kiss and tell it that you love it.


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  1. Comment by salukiwildcat @ March 29, 2008, 3:54 pm

    Hey, random comment here, but I totally feel your pain on the laundry crap.

    I live in Chicago, and every time I have to do mine, it’s a complete pain in the ass, since i have to drag it to the only local laundromat, which of course is in the ghetto. Not to mention the constant worry that somebody is going to come in and rob the place while you’re there. I long for in-home appliances.

    Great blog man – keep up the good work!

  2. Comment by pyrofenix @ March 31, 2008, 7:14 am

    Well, to save money I suppose you could start wearing women’s underwear with pencil skirts and lace blouses!

  3. Comment by larissa2000 @ April 2, 2008, 3:40 pm

    hahaa, I finally saw the comment you left on my cockroach essay, thanks for visiting. congrats on your blog as well. Yes, I remember the village as being as inconvenient as it is hip. but I gave into the wash and fold. I even had mine picked up and delivered. the decadence.
    your subway track story was very exciting, too. well done!

  4. Comment by leif @ April 3, 2008, 11:59 am

    On a totally unrelated note, I thought I’d bring this tiki merchandising post to your attention.

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