So, as normal, I came in, did about forty bucks worth of laundry. ( I tend to bring in every quilt, etc in the house. We have our own machine that will do pretty much anything shy of a king size, but if going, I save up and just get it all done at once. I do laundry for myself, and my adult parents.)
I get to the last load to go to the dryer, get almost all my bleached stuff out, and what do I find? Big balls of fecal matter. Now my mom packed that bag by hand, and I unpacked it by hand. There's nothing in my home that something like that could have come from, anyway, and trust me, it didn't come with my stuff. So, there I was, picking someone else's dog or small kid (probably)'s shit out of my white wash. The only comfort I had as I'd had the stuff all over my shirt and all before seeing it was that at least it had been bleached.
So, why am I so pissed at the laundromat? People are pigs, could happen anywhere, and I'm fine with that, BUT Woman INSISTED it had to be my fault. If it didn't come with me (Some animal I would be lying about that could do that, something large that miraculously 'snuck in through a window', or, my favorite, that my mom may herself have pooped in there, and not told me out of embarassment. Excuse me? She's old, but she's in her right mind, lady.)" So, since none of that happened? Still, all my fault for putting it in without ''looking better. Yes, because we all expect to find shit in the washing machine. Would not comp me the re-wash. So, after dropping four bucks to wash it in pre-existing shit the first time? Yeah. Had to drop another four bucks, and be there another hour, to get the shit off of it.
Told her she'd lost my business. Glad to relate the story to anyone who'll listen, too. Way to go on crap for customer service.
And thus my tale of genuinely shitty service.