God's Creatures

Adventures at Funwash


Have you been to a laundromat lately?  I hadn’t—until our aging calico cat had a little digestive problem that she resolved by tossing her cookies in the middle of a white puffy comforter in the guest bedroom.

I have a large-capacity top-loading washer, but try as I might, I couldn’t stuff that queen-sized pouf into it. No problem, I’d just run it by Funwash, a washeteria that advertises drop-off service. I could pick it up later in the afternoon after I finished my errands.

Easy peasy—until the attendant quoted the price: $38.15 

Wait a minute. I bought that comforter at Target on sale. It seemed dumb to pay more than half of what it cost just to have it washed. 

Washed, not dry-cleaned. Washed in a washing machine!

Nope. I’m too cheap. I’d do it myself. 
Did you know it costs $5 to wash a load of laundry in a commercial-size front loader?  FIVE DOLLARS. That’s 20 solid QUARTERS. 
Who carries around 20 quarters? But no sweat, there were a couple of change machines that take several denominations of bills—as long as they aren’t worn or wrinkled.  I read the instructions, got my quarters and moved to the washer where I read more instructions. (I read a lot that day.) 

I put the comforter in the washer and shut the door as Step One instructed. 
Step Two was about adding detergent to the dispenser. But where was the dispenser? I couldn’t find it. When I confessed my quandary to a nice lady nearby, she confided she’d had the same problem the first time she washed there. The dispenser door was hidden on top of the washer—above this short person’s line of vision.
After I fed my 20 quarters into the machine, I settled down to wait at a table with sticky circles that smelled like orange soda. My rescuer watched Let’s Make a Deal from another spot. (The lady dressed like a sunflower won a new living room suite when she traded diamond earrings for a mystery prize behind the curtain. But when the woman in the Wilma Flintstone outfit took a chance on an envelope and lost everything, I switched to watching the patrons.) 
The clatter of the washers and dryers drowned out the conversation of a woman talking on her cell phone. A man around my age folded his clothes at a nearby station, but it was small, so he used the floor as a surface to fold his sheets.

I thought,  Hmm, and you washed them, why?
I moseyed over and talked to a young woman across the way who was ironing her jeans on a commercial presser. She told me it cost $2 for 20 minutes. You can press a lot in 20 minutes.

By the time the wash cycle ended, I had spent nearly an hour and a half at Funwash. I opted to take the comforter home to dry it. On my way, I thanked God for my trusty washer and dryer, and I asked Him to bless all the friendly, helpful people I encountered there.

I didn’t put it back on the bed. The upkeep is just too much for me.  So if anyone can use a white cotton queen-size poufy comforter, let me know. But keep in mind, you’ll need a big washer to keep it clean.

 But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, forbearance,
kindness, goodness, faithfulness…


10 thoughts on “Adventures at Funwash”

  1. Dorothy, a couple of years ago when my washer broke, I visited a laundrymat for the first time in ages. The last time I had been it cost 75c per load. BTW I let the professionals do my bedspread and it came back wrinkled. Seems pressing is extra. Now I do it myself.


  2. What a fun story to a mundane chore! Love it! Also, I make bedding purchases solely based on if I can wash it at home in my washer because I had a similar experience a few years ago.


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