Wow this place was bad.
Wow this place was bad.
Oh, I'm sorry. Did I just repeat myself there for a second? Pardone moi.
O.K., folks. This is why I like Yelp. It's good to have an online community you can go to to warn others about something really awful.
I went in with a backpack (big for traveling, not for school) that I wanted cleaned because I used it to...travel... and it was disgusting at that point.
I know that that's not the average thing people take to the cleaner but still...the woman with whom I had my interaction...wow.
She looked at me as though I had descended from planet Wack-o when I told her what I wanted done. Just...looked at me. A blank stare. Like I had Dr. Spock ears, eyes that spewed green pus and a third breast from which I was prematurely lactating.
So after speaking in declarative statements (example: I'd like to get my backpack I recently took abroad dry cleaned, please) I moved on to inquiries; they consisted of the following:
Um, hello? (I'm standing behind the counter looking at her. She's standing on the opposite side just staring blankly at me and not talking.)
Excuse me? (I'm waving at this point.)
Do you speak English? (She nodded in the affirmative at this point.)
Um...can I please get my backpack cleaned?
Silence.
Hello?
She interjects by asking me why.
I told her (again) because it was dirty.
She said it didn't look dirty.
I then proceeded to show her where I spilled Turkish coffee all over it on the inside.
She told me to wipe it with seltzer water.
I asked her if they provided the service of cleaning bags.
She said they did.
I asked her if they could clean mine again.
She just looked at me.
Stared at me.
Like I was asking her to dangle the keys to her brand new Benz in front of a bunch of car-jackers and say, "Nah nee nah nee boo boo!! Betcha can't steal this!!"
I couldn't understand!!
What in the heck was wrong with this woman?
She just continued to stare at me until she said she didn't WANT to clean it. Not she couldn't. She didn't want to.
I just looked at her in a state of complete dismay.
I'm glad my mother taught me control my temper. I came THIS CLOSE to just losing it right there.
All I did was walk out.
I've never had such a strange experience. I don't even know what to say. That was one of the most peculiar experiences I've ever had. I just had to sit in my car for a second and process it all before I went home.
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