As I was leaving work today I had a conversation with a friend about the luxury it is to have laundry in the basement of our building. Of course it would be nice to have a machine in our apartment but alas, we live in Brooklyn and therefore cannot afford the space it would require. But it sure is better than the laundromat.
Well, as fate would have it last night my wife did the laundry (I usually do it because it’s on the top of her list of things she hates). Rather than take down the $3 for the washing of two loads and then take down $3 for the drying, it is her wont to take down all $6 and put the remaining 12 quarters on the dryers with the dryer sheets.
As she descended in the stairwell on her way to switch the clothes to the dryer she passed a couple that lives on the third floor carrying their freshly dried clothes back up to their apartment. Didn’t think anything of it. But when she got to the laundry room she discovered the dryer sheets sitting there but the quarters were missing! $3.00 of pain-in-the-butt-to-obtain-because-cornerstores-don’t-give-out-quarters-and-there-are-no-banks-close-to-our-apartment quarters.
My wife and I spent the next few minutes laughing and trying to figure out if it could have been anyone other than this woman (a fellow resident!) and came to the obvious conclusion that the answer was “not a chance.” So she went upstairs and politely confronted her, suggesting she may have accidentally taken the money. This woman’s response was a curt denial and quickly offered, “if you really need the money I’ll give you three dollars in quarters.”
Stunned, my wife returned to the apartment to scrounge up twelve more quarters.