My Laundry Room is Creepy

I learned only recently that my apartment building has a laundry room! Other than location-location-location, an elevator, and maybe rent control, nothing lifts a New Yorker’s spirits more about his dwelling than on-site laundry facilities. Although the basement in which my laundry room is situated is slightly less comfortable than the basement of Jame “Buffalo Bill” Gumb from The Silence of the Lambs. I’m serious. Through a maze of twisty passages, there are heavily padlocked doors, flickering lights, exposed wires, odd noises and so on. I will not be surprised to find a warm, Snuggle-fresh skull in a dryer.