I'm a dickwad when it comes to dry cleaners. I'm also anal, idiosyncratic, habitual, and high maintenance. I expect my dry cleaner to respect and honor these faults - like therapy, I'm paying for it, after all. I mean, I want a consistently solid relationship with the person that cleans my clothes on a weekly basis.
This place is like an abusive relationship, however. At first it embraces my quirks, but then totally abuses my trust and ignores my wants and needs. Don't get me wrong; every so often it'll get it right (and its prices are okay). For example: flat front pants = no crease; dress pants = crease; dress shirts = no starch, heavy press. Damn. I just got annoyed at myself reading that. Anyway, the other times (about 1 in 4) when it totally screws up and creases something that's flat kill me. I pick up dry cleaning only on weekends, so I lose another week without those pants. Pisses me off. This has been going on for more than two years. I should break up with this place. But, like that abusive relationship, the owner will say that he's sorry, that he loves my knits and wool suit jackets, and that it'll never happen again. And, I, in turn, will come back with open arms full of forgiveness, only to be let down yet, again, three weeks later.
Here's the kicker - the women behind the counter are very attractive and nice - at first. That's just false advertising, though. Soon, once you're in this place's embrace, they'll ignore you and be all, like: What do you want? Is next month good? Are you done? It's all I'm really cute this and I'm really cute that, but I'm still bitchy this and bitchy that. Regardless, they are cute, and, they were nice to me that one time. Maybe again? No?
I don't know. I think I'll give it another chance. They did do a nice job on my favorite suit last month....
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CRAPPY SERVICE UPDATE 11.12.07
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Well, this was inevitable. I was greeted at the counter by the attractive checkout woman with: "phone number" [which I provide] and then "$96.00." Me: "That's a lot of money, huh?" Attractive Checkout Woman: "Yes. $96.00." Me: "Umm. Okay." Then she hands me my flat-front pants with creases!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! I WANT TO KILL HER. I'M FILLED WITH RAGE. I'M NOW NOT ABLE TO WEAR THESE PANTS FOR ANOTHER WEEK!!!!! So I pay and leave.
I also took off another star. If the last two go, so do I. I swear. read more