CD One Price Cleaners

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver grumbled under his breath as he pushed a heavy cart through CD One Price Cleaners. ‘Why does it always take so long here?’ Suddenly, he noticed an old man folding clothes with lightning speed behind the counter. The driver watched in awe for a moment before clearing his throat and asking, 'Excuse me, sir? How do you manage such speed?' The old man smiled and replied, 'Son, I've been folding clothes here longer than you've been alive.' With that, he picked up another pile of shirts and continued his magical folding dance. The driver shook his head, grinned, and muttered, 'Guess I'll never be that good… or that old!'

2. One foggy morning, a delivery driver struggled with a bulging bag of laundry outside CD One Price Cleaners. As he fumbled for the door handle, an old lady in a raincoat approached and asked if he needed help. "No thanks," he muttered, "just one price." But something felt different that day. As they walked inside together, she smiled and said, 'Just one price indeed!' Turns out it was her granddaughter’s uniform for school. The driver laughed, realizing his mistake. From then on, whenever anyone brought their clothes here, someone from the neighborhood would always be there—helping hands for just ‘one price.’

3. One night, an exhausted delivery driver stumbled into CD One Price Cleaners, muttering something about ‘one more stop’ while balancing a precarious pile of shirts on his shoulder. As he fumbled with the door, someone from inside called out, ‘Hey, you forgot your change!’ The driver looked up, startled, and replied, ‘What? No, I didn’t.’ Then, realizing they were talking about coins, he laughed sheepishly and said, ‘Oh, that’s okay—you keep it! It’s one less thing for me to count.’ And with a wave, he disappeared into the night, leaving behind only a faint scent of freshly cleaned clothes.

4. One afternoon, a delivery driver paused for a moment before tossing a bundle of shirts onto the counter. As he turned around, he noticed something peculiar—a small, dusty envelope wedged between the cash register and the wall. Curious, he picked it up and found inside a single crisp dollar bill and a note scribbled in pencil: ‘For best service.’ Smiling, the delivery driver pocketed the money and tucked the envelope back where he found it. Later that day, while chatting with his neighbor, he mentioned the odd encounter. The neighbor laughed and said, 'That’s probably just Mr. Johnson's way of saying “thank you”!' Turns out, old Mr. Johnson had been dropping off clothes there for years—his secret tip was his own unique version of appreciation.'