One of the ways that New York kicks ass is Laundry. Guys who pick up your laundry, wash it, and drop it off again. And who do it at sensible times rather than the geniuses who only drop off stuff during office hours when you are at work. My laundry guy’s name is Stuart Laundry (I used the same mobile phone naming convention here as ‘Erin Hotgirl’, ‘Lisa Roommate’, ‘Jaqueline Blueeyes’, and ‘Michael Wickedcow’)

Problem is that Stuart’s minimum is 30 pounds (in weight!), so I was forced to buy 10 new pairs of underwear; my underwear being the limiting factor in laundry times. By the way,  since I had no fucking idea what a ‘pound’ was (apart from a unit of curency), I asked someone, who said “oh, yeah, that is about as heavy as a 30 pound dog”. Nice!

A word of advice to the non locals, apparently you don’t tip laundry people. This was supported by the blank look on Stuart’s face as I handed him 20% of the laundry cost as a tip. Who knows why these guys don’t get it and the others do. Maybe they should reduce tipping to a sensible level, say 10%? and then just share it around!… Right so that will be on my “things to change in NY” list after the grid system.