Econo Coin Laundromat

If you only speak spanish this is the place for you. The staff person on duty was hateful and actually tried to block me from using certain folding tables. On one visit she seemed to try to block me from entering the store. Her crazy mis-​shapen lips are drawn on her face. Another staff person cleaned dryers while patrons were folding clothes, spewing dust and dirt into the air. If you are not «of color» you definitely will not feel welcomed here. If you can’t afford to or are afraid to travel to a third world country, this just might be the place to make you be thankful you live in the USA but fearful of what this country is becoming.
ZERO STARS

Yes, it is true. I have to do laundry at the laundry mat. A sad truth about my otherwise glamorous life.
Why then, did I choose this particular nasty place to do my laundry?
Perhaps, the allure of the half opened metal anti-​theft gates?
Was it the allure of snot nosed children chasing each other around in the parking lot with sticks?
Was it that the parking spaces are so close together that I couldn’t open my SUV doors?
Was it the peeling counter tops inside?
The Telemundo soap operas playing on every single TV?
Was it because only one change machine worked?
Perhaps it was the astonishingly filthy bathroom, that had no soap OR paper towels. Just a toilet and a roll of TP. And of which you must ask for the key — which happens to be attached to half a broom stick.
Was it because I was afraid to leave after I loaded my clothes in the washers?
No, it was because I waited too long to do my laundry in my fantastic, vintage courtyard building. Too much, I need big washers & big dryers.
So I drove north on Clark, and it was the first one I saw open at 8 am.
I will not be returning. It freaked me out. Though, I am strangely addicted to telenovelas now.