About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dawn, when most dry cleaners were still locked tight, an old van pulled up outside Cajas Cleaners. The delivery driver whistled softly as he unloaded colorful boxes filled with someone else’s weeknight dreams. Inside, a neighborhood cat watched curiously from behind the counter, its tail twitching in time with the hum of the machines. When the last box was stowed away, the driver patted the cat affectionately and whispered, ‘Another week, another adventure for our little friend.’ With that, he drove off into the morning mist, leaving behind only the faint scent of freshly cleaned clothes and a bemused feline.
2. At midnight, when only moonlight touched the quiet streets of New Orleans, a faint scent of lavender wafted through the air near Cajas Cleaners. Passersby stopped to sniff the mysterious fragrance, but it vanished as quickly as it had come. One night, an anonymous neighbor dropped off their favorite old shirt, hoping for a miracle. The next morning, it was returned with perfect stains and a note reading: ‘Your shirt looks so clean, even the ghosts in here envy you!’
3. At sunset, when Cajas Cleaners closed its doors for the day, a soft humming noise began drifting from inside. A delivery driver passing by swore it sounded like someone singing 'Happy Birthday' in Spanish. The next morning, no one could find anyone singing inside. But every time a new shirt was picked up, a neighbor noticed a faint scent of freshly baked pastries wafting out. Turns out, it was just an old lady who worked there humming along to her favorite radio show while ironing clothes—making everyone’s week feel a little brighter.
4. At dusk, when Cajas Cleaners was already dark and empty, a delivery driver noticed something strange. The fluorescent lights in the backroom flickered on, illuminating nothing but rows of empty racks. Curious, he peeked inside. On one rack hung an old dusty coat, its buttons glowing faintly blue. As he approached, the coat seemed to shift ever so slightly, as if trying to escape. Startled, the driver fled, only to hear from his neighbor next day that it was just ‘an old ghost story’—and the coat belonged to someone’s long-forgotten great-grandfather.