About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, while folding laundry in Route 66 Cleaners, an employee noticed something odd—a faint scent of freshly baked cookies wafting through the air. At first, everyone thought it must be their imagination, but the smell grew stronger each day, drawing curious glances from customers and workers alike. Finally, one day, a regular customer asked if they could investigate. Turns out, the scent was coming from a secret cookie jar hidden behind the ironing machine—left there by an anonymous neighbor who dropped off his shirts every week. Since then, Route 66 Cleaners became known not just for clean clothes but also for free cookies on Wednesdays.
2. One day, while hanging up freshly cleaned shirts, a cleaner heard an unusual announcement over the intercom: ‘Attention please—your pants are trying to organize a strike!’ The cleaner laughed and decided to humor them. He announced back, 'Alright, alright, don’t worry! We'll discuss your grievances during our next pressing session.' From that day on, whenever anyone dropped off their clothes, they’d hear strange whispers coming from the dry cleaners’ room. But everyone just smiled—it was like having a friendly neighborhood tailor who listened to every complaint.
3. While ironing a customer’s dress shirt one afternoon, a cleaner overheard a delivery driver muttering under his breath, ‘I swear I just saw that same truck drive right through that wall!’ The cleaner paused for a moment, then decided it was probably just an old ghost truck from the days when Route 66 still roamed these streets. She finished pressing the shirt and handed it back with a smile, remarking, 'Maybe he meant your shirt looked like it could use some magic folding!'
4. In the early hours of a Sunday morning, a young boy walked into Route 66 Cleaners, drawn by the strange humming sound coming from the back room. His mother had warned him not to disturb Mr. Jenkins when he was working late, but the curious child couldn't resist peeking inside. Inside, Mr. Jenkins, absorbed in his work, didn't even notice the intrusion until the little boy accidentally knocked over a bottle of stain remover. With a gentle scolding and a laugh, Mr. Jenkins cleaned up the mess, then offered the boy a warm cup of cocoa and some stories about old Route 66. The boy left that night with a newfound respect for both cleaners and curfews.