In Worcester, Mass, the home of Bane, there is a laundry mat called Jim Dandy. It’s on the corner of Denny St and Highland St (Rt 9). Oddly, it can’t be found on google maps without street view, but I promise you, it’s there. Fuck, I hate that place. Literally, the worst place ever. After I moved off campus, this was my go to spot for clean clothes. And it was the worst. During daylight hours, it was a haven to nice moms with noisy kids. During the night, it was a refuge for the crazies of Worcester. One time my girlfriend was getting money across the street at the ATM when a woman, likely very, VERY high, pulled down her pants and demanded money. Not my girlfriend’s pants, but the crazy persons own pants. It was one of those times when you wished you had one million rolls of quarters at home. Or your own washing machine, of course. To go during the day, you had to go between classes and put up with kids. To go at night, you had to brave the elements and the dude who walked around Worcester with a giant neck goiter. Or the other guy who wore a bike helmet 100% of the time — I never saw him once on a bike. I’m sure things have improved greatly over the last 5-6 years. I haven’t stepped into that spot in a long time, thankfully. Oh the good times …
whyzell has a story about Jim Dandy too. But his story relates to ANOTHER Jim Dandy. An individual from the West Coast. It’s an amusing read, check the auction. And snag a tee while you are at it …
