I had so much fun at the laundromat that I had to post a craigslist rant about it. Since those things only last 10 days, I've copied it here for posterity: To the Salad Dressing Bandit of Irving & 20th (sunset / parkside) I'm just wondering what kind of an asshole sees an orange safety cone on the floor of the laundromat on Irving & 20th and thinks to themselves that the open hole on the top would be the perfect place to stick an open and upturned bottle of thousand island dressing. Thank you so very much for adding the wonderful aroma of aging mayonaise, ketchup and pickles to my laundry experience.