New Delux Dry Cleaners

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an ordinary Monday morning when a delivery driver arrived with a large package. As he approached New Delux Dry Cleaners, something peculiar happened—the door swung open on its own. The driver looked around suspiciously but no one was in sight. Curious, he stepped inside and found himself face-to-face with an empty room and a quiet humming machine. He shrugged it off as a fluke and placed the package on the counter. Later that day, while picking up his clothes, he noticed them spotless—even though he hadn’t dropped anything off earlier. A regular might’ve thought it was a coincidence, but our delivery guy knew better—he grinned, knowing full well who had done the secret cleaning.

2. At dawn, when most people were still dreaming of clean laundry, a delivery driver arrived with a large package marked ‘Top Secret’. The regulars watched curiously as he tiptoed into the dimly lit store, whispering something about ‘dry cleaning gone wild’. Suddenly, an old lady from across the street popped her head in and asked if they had any special discounts for seniors. Everyone burst out laughing—even the usually stoic delivery driver cracked a smile. It turned out that New Delux Dry Cleaners was just another quirky neighborhood place where everyone knew each other’s secrets.

3. At dawn, when most people were still dreaming of clean laundry, a delivery driver knocked on New Delux Dry Cleaners' door and said, 'I think I left my lucky tie here last week.' The owner smiled and replied, ‘You must be joking—we’ve been open for an hour!’ Just then, a neighbor walked in with his dog’s favorite toy. It turned out that every morning, someone accidentally left something behind. New Delux Dry Cleaners became known as the place where lost luck could be found.

4. At dawn, when most people were still dreaming of clean laundry, a delivery driver noticed something odd outside New Delux Dry Cleaners. A small dog kept sniffing and staring at the sign, as if trying to figure out its secret meaning. Curious, he approached the dog and gently patted it on the head. The little fellow wagged its tail and led him around the corner, where an old man was standing, holding a basket filled with freshly pressed shirts. Turns out, the dog belonged to Mr. Johnson, a regular customer who’d forgotten his clothes here again.