Joy’s Village Cleaners

All right, so my antique washer had once again gone spazzy.
This time upon entering I was treated to a full compliment of working washers, if this keeps up I’ll be so spoiled!
But as I arrived at the coin-​op to survey my location for the next two hours I came upon a startling series of notes taped to a broken but very essential piece of equipment.
No not the dryers, only one of those was toast.
It was the coin dispenser.
Guess what the series of notes said: Machine broken, get coins in office (the cleaners part of joy’s cleaners). This was repeated in different handwriting across a panel about two by two and a half. It was like all the personalities of one person wrote them.
Guess what what closed? Yes Unilocalers– it was the office.
I considered lowering the star rating at this dazzling show of self sabotage on the less than mechanically inclined operator of the business but I gave it two when the washers were broken.