Dry Cleaning: The best excuse not to spend hours running up and down three flights of stairs doing laundry. I'm a big fan of dry cleaning. Like nail salons in the city, a dry cleaner is guaranteed to be within a block of your apartment. Given the competition, this means they practically pay you to hand them a pile of wrinkled, cat-haired-covered clothes to transform back into the perfection in which you bought them.
My former cleaner of choice literally charged $1 per item. Any item. From coats to work shirts to bridesmaid dresses. This all seemed too good to be true... and turns out, it was.
Noticing the air getting cooler each day, towards the end of September I dropped off my fall jacket. Almost two months later, four visits to the store, three aggrivating conversations with salespeople, two messages into the Claims department and one last follow-up call... THEY FOUND MY JACKET!
Apparently, it was sitting right next to said salesperson. Excellent.
Even this crazy cleaner can't shake my dependence on dry cleaning... especially considering there's another option just one block down!
Dry on... dry on...
Question: Dry cleaning gone bad? Tell me about it...
Posts
0 comments:
Post a Comment