The Laundry Mess @ New Yorker

Picture - Street view of the New Yorker hotel with Tick Tock Diner on the left

It was time for a laundry run. Seriously I don't think I had any clean underwear left so I was going commando for a while. The hotel I'm staying at aka The New Yorker is a huge place that has two sections, the hotel side and the student accomodation side. Within the hotel is everything you need - including a laundry room, gym and internet cafe.

Picture - The New Yorker Hotel & Student Accomodation

So I head into the laundry room to wash all my clothes. The hotel has a coin operated laundramat which we could use.

Down in the basement in the laundramat we spot a coin operated laundry powder machine. Feeling too lazy to walk to a convience store we decide to use one of theses. We approach a washing machine when we notice we don't have enough coins. This is when I race upstairs to reception to find change for the machine. I tell the woman at reception that I'm doing my laundry and I need change of quaters for a $5 note. She happily helps me out and my arms are filled with quaters. I race downstairs to start the laundry process.

Leaving the laundry on its own, its back to the room to watch some TV. I cant remember what I was watching but I'm sure it was even the Golden Girls or the Nanny. After about half an hour its back to the laundry room to check on it. The machines still going so its an option of going to Tick Tock for coffee or heading to the convience store across the road for some munchies.

In the convience store I realise I feel like chocolate and more junior mints. Random purchases are made and its back to the laundry room for another check up. The laundry is done. Everything is dragged out and into the dryer. Meanwhile I spot a few quaters on the floor. So I do what anyone would. I pick the quaters up and shove them into my pocket.

Back upstairs, munchies are out and Will and Grace is on TV.God I missed this show. I plan to buy what ever Will and Grace CDs I can get. As Will and Grace ends I find myself back in the laundry room to collect my gear.

When I start to pull out my gear from the dryer I notice that half of my shirts have shrunk. Oh my fuckin god. Feeling shitty, I shove everything into a bag and head back to my room for some decent sleep.Look on the bright side now I have a reason to go shopping tomorrow for new shirts.