The place was empty...
Similar story. After my divorce, I lived in an apartment with no laundry facilities - Brockton, MA.
So, I would get up at 2:00am Sunday morning. Stuff my laundry into a pillow case, add a cup of Tide and hustle down to the Laundry Mat. Dump the whole thing into the machine and go home - not far. Come back later and toss the clothes into the dryer.
The thing is, you had to get your laundry done before 6:00AM. If you missed this time, you were doomed because the local “women” would take over the whole laundramat.
Later, the laundramat was closed from 6:00PM to 6:00AM.
I met a couple other divorced men who showed me how to ‘Jimmy’ the door lock so I could get in and do my laundry. One old guy said, “Hey, the cops come by, ya just tell ‘em, I’m doing my laundry WTF ?”
Sometimes there would be drunkin bums sleeping it off, curled up on the floor of the laundrmat. You just stepped over them...
“I met a couple other divorced men who showed me how to ‘Jimmy’ the door lock so I could get in and do my laundry. One old guy said, “Hey, the cops come by, ya just tell ‘em, I’m doing my laundry WTF ?”
Sometimes there would be drunkin bums sleeping it off, curled up on the floor of the laundrmat. You just stepped over them...”
That sounds a lot more exciting than my laundromat experience days... but I’ll take the boring route every time, especially these days. Come to think of it, a lone female in an empty laundromat, especially in a not good part of town, would be an open invitation to disaster now.