Swedes take their laundry room seriously and I found this out at the Stay at Kista Hotel I recently stayed at.
Me: I'd like to get a key to the laundry room
Mean Front Desk Clerk who Clearly Holds Americans in Disdain: Do you have a time booked?
Me: No, is that necessary?
Me: Well, then, I'd like to book a time.
MFDC: For when? (pulling out giant ledger and pen)
Me: Right now would be good.
MFDC: Ten o'clock!
Me: Ummm, OK. (noting that it is about 9:45)
MFDC: But, DO NOT use this key before ten o'clock because it will INVALIDATE the key before you.
Me: mmmkay, uh, yes, ofcourse....
I retreated back to my room and watched the clock until ten where I was met with an entirely empty laundry room. I had figured as such.
This laundry room has a complex computerized booking system and scan cards. Of the four times I have tried to gain access, I have been successful only once. This is not small feat considering the entire system is in Swedish.
I want regular access to this wonderland of laundry so badly I can not stand it. The machines are state of the art, stainless steel European beauties. There are machines in there--I don't even know what they do--I just know I wanna use them. Strange looking contraptions meant to do wonderous things to fine European textiles, I imagine. OK, so I have never actually seen these fine European textiles but I am sure that I have read that they they exist.
Oh no, this is not your college laundromat.
The room stares out tauntingly at me as I press my face to the glass longingly looking in. Something like a slick IKEA advertisement, it's almost like it's laughing at me---teasing me that I am resigned to use the old washer in the Flea Market upstairs.
The washer upstairs works well enough, though it's a mystery to me why it takes 90 minutes to wash a load of clothes. Why there is no dryer, a common scenario in Sweden, is yet another. I have noticed that there is an appliance store less than a block away. Skip the yearly trip to Cyprus or Phuket and get a dryer. Alas, it is the European way. Why make things easy when it is so much harder to keep them difficult?