Colwick Cleaners

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when Colwick Cleaners’ door usually clicked shut for the night, a delivery driver noticed something odd. The neon sign blinked on briefly, casting an eerie glow over empty streets. Curious, he peered inside and saw only dusty racks and old machines humming softly. Suddenly, a nearby clock radio blared out an old jazz tune, startling him. Turning around, he found an ancient cat sleeping on the counter—oblivious to the whole commotion. ‘Colwick Cleaners, open for business,’ it yawned, stretching its claws.}

2. At dusk, when Colwick Cleaners closed its doors for the day, a neighborhood cat would often appear on the steps. It always carried something unusual in its mouth—once it brought in an old umbrella, another time a half-eaten sandwich. But one evening, the cat emerged with a strange, crinkly package wrapped in brown paper. A delivery driver happened to glance out his window and saw the whole scene. Thinking quickly, he ran outside, took the package from the cat, and exclaimed, ‘Hey, that’s not just any old package—it’s our lost customer’s wedding dress!’ The neighbors cheered, the cat purred, and everyone went home happy, except maybe the poor groom who had to wear his tuxedo again.

3. At closing time, when Colwick Cleaners’ neon sign flickered off, an old record player would suddenly start playing waltzes from the 1920s. One night, a delivery driver arrived late and found the place empty except for a cat lazily stretching on top of a freshly cleaned suit. ‘Hello?’ he called out, but only the tinkle of wind chimes answered him. Then, as he bent down to pet the cat, he heard soft music coming from inside—an old waltz that made him smile. Turning around, he saw the shopkeeper’s granddaughter, peeking through the curtains with a mischievous grin.

4. At midnight, when Colwick Cleaners’ neon sign glowed eerily in the empty street, a familiar voice whispered from inside: ‘Finally, someone who understands my shirts!’ The door creaked open, revealing only an old iron rack with neatly folded shirts. A delivery driver scratched his head and said, 'These are mine?' The voice chuckled softly, 'Of course they are!' And then everyone realized it was just the owner’s parrot, happily perched on top of the rack.