I don’t care what anybody says. Laundromats are a gold mine of story-telling fodder.
But before I lead you down into that mine of mine, I’ll start with a little background.
One of many “You Do You” facets of RV life is that some folks go for the in-coach washer and dryer, and others don’t.
Although we’ve got dedicated hookups for them in our bedroom closet, we opted against installing our own machines, and here’s why:
We didn’t want to sacrifice the storage space, weight allowance, or power & water usage, when we can do our laundry elsewhere — in a facility that someone else has to maintain and repair.
I’ve managed to wash and dry 2-3 loads, once a week, every week since we’ve been full-timing, and it’s really not a hardship. Sometimes, a nearby friend or relative generously offers up their laundry room for a welcome freebie, but I have to admit I’ve become spoiled by the convenience of getting it all done at a laundromat in less than 2 hours, thanks to having access to multiple washers and dryers instead of just one of each.
As for the money, well, I’m not that good at math, but I can guesstimate that at an average of about $6.50/week, it costs us about $338.00/year to do our laundry.
A new set of RV machines costs about $1200.00 (source: quick glance at a few options on a single major national RV retailer’s web site).
So after nearly 3.5 years of full-time RV living, we’ve now spent about as much on coin-op as we would have on our own washer and dryer, but…
I cannot deny the added value of all these stories.
Twenty True Tales from the Laundromat? Priceless.
Author’s note: Nearly all of these posts came from my personal Facebook account. I don’t think it’s plagiarism if I copy & paste my own work, but I thought I’d better explain myself to those of you who are thinking, “Hmmmm. I’m pretty sure I’ve read this before…”
Not so very long ago, we stayed in one of those RV parks.
You know the type.
The age-restricted kind with so many rules that you quit reading after about the 5th one, and decide that just being a good person for the duration of your stay will probably cover most of them anyway?
When we checked in at this park, we received a packet that contained a list of 25 rules on an 8 1/2 x 11 sheet of paper, single spaced, small font, both sides. Rule 15, dealing with the laundry room, also had subsections a-f.
And there were a few additional rules on the park map.
And even more rules printed on signs scattered about the property.
And don’t get me started on the club house. Let’s just say that not everybody should be allowed access to a label maker, printer, or even paper and a Sharpie. Especially people of a certain age, with a lot of time on their hands.
(If you’re humming, “Do this. Don’t do that. Can’t you read the sign?” you’re not alone.)
So being possessed of a deliciously sideways sense of humor, I decided to have a little bit of fun during our stay in the Land of Many Rules.
OK, a lot of fun.
To be clear, I was not on a mission to break the rules. They’re there for a reason. I get it.
I just thought I could give those fine folks cause to come up with a few more they mmmaybe hadn’t thought of.
Attempt 10: Run with scissors!
Disclosure 1: Neither one of us is over 55. We were able to get a guest spot for a limited time.
Disclosure 2: Park name and location have been withheld to protect the… well… a park that’s really quite nice, and I know that it’s because of a lot of those rules. I’m pretty sure they can take a little ribbing, but just in case they can’t, I’ll keep their identity under wraps. We’d like to be able to stay there again.
Disclosure 3: Photos originally appeared on the author’s personal Facebook and Instagram accounts, and I give thanks to my partners in crime. They know who they are.