The Nazi Guy

Instead of doing laundry by myself, I like to take advantage of the drop off service at my nearby laundromat. I do this because I like to make other people do the work that I could easily do on my own. I like to tell people that it costs the same amount as it would if I did the laundry myself, but the truth is I don't really have a clue what it would cost do laundry myself, I haven't done it in a year. I could be saving tons of money if I just did the laundry by myself or if I switched my insurance to Geico.

There are two people who work at the laundromat. One is this nice middle aged lady with blonde hair who is always smiling when she's working. Then there's this other guy who is a certified Nazi when it comes to clothing care. I've been going there for about a year, and I have never seen him smile once, he always seems to talk in grunts, and seems genuinely annoyed that he has to deal with people. For some reason, he always seems annoyed when he has to count change. This makes me one of his most hated customers, because I almost never bring change with me, and most of my bills end up being something like "$17.08", so he has to count a lot of change. Nazi's don't like change.

I went there today to pick up my laundry, and I was joined by Tarik, who had also dropped off his laundry and needed to pick it up. On our way there, we talked about how we hoped that the Nazi guy wasn't working, and that the nice lady was. Fortunately, I came prepared with the $.65 I needed just in case the Nazi guy was there. I figured it was Christmas, so I should give him a break from all the hard work.

We walked into the laundromat, and instead of seeing a small blonde lady in the front, we see a guy with gray hair and horrible posture, stuffing clothes into a washing machine. Tarik let out a groan, because he's convinced that the Nazi guy hates him. I don't see why this is a big deal, because I think the Nazi guy hates everybody. That's what Nazi guys do. Hate people.

I go up to the Nazi guy and say "Hi, I'm here to pick up my laundry" and he looks me over with the worst look of disdain anyone has ever given me. I am clearly wasting his time by asking him to give me back my laundry. I try hard not to smile, but I can't help it, because I think people who hate me are funny. I hand him my receipt and the money I owe him, and he snatches the receipt and lets the money drop on the floor and growls "You give me the receipt first!".

Usually, I'd be like "Whoa, calm down." But because we were talking about how horribly the Nazi guy treats people right before hand, I immediately start laughing and I pick up my money. I walk and put the money on the counter, and find him looking for my bag. I don't think he knows how to read numbers (seriously), so I start looking for the bag myself. He asks me "What color is your bag?" Right before I can't answer, he gives an exasperated grunt and says "You don't know?!" and shakes his head in frustration. I'm fighting hard not to start laughing in his face, because I'm sure that he wouldn't hesitate to throw me into a dryer and let me burn. I tell him my bag is white and black, and he eventually finds the bag. He also hands me a cheap calender. I wish him a Merry Christmas and he lets out a grunt.

Tarik gets his laundry (he smartly pre-paid for the laundry service with the nice lady), and we walk out of the laundromat. And Tarik tells me "Wow, that guy straight up hates you. He just looked at you and said "I hate this kid."

Still, I hope that Nazi guy and I can one day put our differences of opinion when it comes to change and giving money with receipts and learn to become friends. I hope his hatred of me and everyone else doesn't cloud his judgment and prevent him from realizing the happiness that the world has to offer.