Yesterday I had a very bad day, here’s why.
Last week I was intending to go out so I took a shower, put on a pair of shorts and headed towards my shirt cupboard, I reached for one of my favorite shirts and as I was putting it on I saw what could only be a rats dinner plate, at the lower bottom of the shirt there was a hole as if some rat came and ate away at it, the shirt felt thin as hell and literally deteriorated in my hands like it was made out of Kleenex.
I headed down furious as hell towards to Gabi (Jasem’s personal assistant if you will) and asked what in the world was going on, she said that the laundry returned it like that and when she confronted them they told her that it was that way when she gave it to them which were not true. I let it slide, and put on a t-shirt instead and left the house.
A few days later, my favorite pair of pants that I really adore where as pale as a white washed wall, mind you it originally was navy blue and it could barely go pass by knees, keep in mind I have gained weight but not enough to make this kind of damage. Same story Gabi claims that it was the cleaners so I had her send it back to them, and here is where the fun starts.
A week goes by and no pant, the maids call and the guy answers will complete disrespect and tells them not to basically nag and that it would be on its way. So one day the same scenario happens, shower, shorts, reach for a shirt, same place, same rip, and same laundry tags. I checked other shirts and literally 5 of my favorite all time shirts where basically fucked. I lost it.
I got in my car and headed towards Salwa where the piece of shit laundry is, walked in to a pact of south Indians that smell like the sewage on a rainy day, the main guy promised that my pants will be ready tomorrow and that the shirt that I just handed him wasn’t their fault, without giving and explanation on how he reached than conclusion.
Tomorrow goes by, no pants, no shirt, the next day on my way to a course I drive to Salwa steaming, pissed off, and just ready to kill someone. The same douche was talking to me as if it was my fault that my shirts and pants were ruined and told me to basically fuck off and talk to the manager, when I did, thae literate idiot from the boonies was as dumb as his counterparts and I again was promised that the pants would be delivered at night. I basically now lost my shirts, my pants are back, I changed my laundry guy, but I’m really pissed off that there is no protection against these a-holes. I mean think about it there is really nothing you can do, I remember a friend of mine (a was a friend of mine) bought these two amazing Gucci pants that costs an arm and a leg, only for the laundry guy to give them to someone else as a mistake an offered a “sorry” when my friend was basically pissed.
Yet, we need them, we need dry cleaners and laundry mats, we need them even though they can potentially screw you over, I need to find a solution to this, do you guys know of any.