Sunny's Cleaners

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside Sunny’s Cleaners and noticed something strange: an unfamiliar scent wafting from the open door. Curious, he stepped inside—and found no one but a faint humming sound coming from behind the counter. The driver approached cautiously, thinking maybe someone left early or forgot their key. As he reached for the counter, a small voice whispered, ‘Can I help you?’ Startled, he jumped back—only to see an old sock waving hello from beneath the cash register. Turns out, Mr. Sunny had retired years ago, leaving his shop in charge of his pet hamster.’}

2. A delivery driver pulled up outside Sunny’s Cleaners one afternoon. As he unloaded boxes from his truck, he noticed an unusual item in the recycling bin—a vintage baseball card worth thousands. The delivery driver picked it up and rushed inside, only to discover that Sunny was on her coffee break. He left the card with a note explaining what he found. A few days later, a regular dropped off a framed print of the vintage card, thanking them for their honesty. Everyone laughed when they saw it—except maybe poor Sunny, who now had one less thing to do during her break.

3. In the early hours of dawn, before most people had even thought of needing their dry cleaning, an unusual sight appeared outside Sunny’s Cleaners. A neighborhood cat, usually seen scurrying around in the shadows, walked confidently into the open door and began arranging clothes on the counter with its paws. The owner, Mrs. Lee, watched amused as the cat carefully arranged shirts and pants. Smiling, she whispered, 'I guess I’ll just leave it be.' Later that day, a delivery driver commented jokingly, “That cat must be your secret employee!” To which Mrs. Lee replied, shaking her head, ‘No, he’s more like my unseen butler.’

4. A delivery driver pulled up outside Sunny’s Cleaners one evening. As he unpacked boxes, he heard a faint humming sound coming from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old man dancing around a dustbin, singing along to some unknown tune. ‘Excuse me,’ asked the driver, ‘is there a party going on here?’ The man looked up, grinned broadly, and replied, “No son, I’m just Mr. Sunny, and every Thursday night I clean my dance moves!”