Myong Alteration and Dry Cleaning

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One day, an elderly gentleman entered Myong Alteration and Dry Cleaning with a peculiar request. As he approached the counter, a sign above read: ‘Today’s Special: Clean Your Troubles Away.’ The man smiled mysteriously and asked if they could clean something… invisible. The owner, Mr. Kim, raised an eyebrow but agreed to try. After some puzzled moments, he announced that everything looked spotless. The old man nodded approvingly and left, never returning again. To this day, locals joke that sometimes you just need someone to believe in your invisible troubles—even if it’s only a dry cleaner.

2. At dawn one foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Myong Alteration and Dry Cleaning, puzzled by the sight of a mysterious figure folding clothes in the empty shop. The driver called out, but there was no reply. Just as he was about to leave, the figure turned around—revealing an old man with a mischievous smile holding a dustpan full of lint. ‘Just helping out,’ he said, waving him inside. Turns out it was just Mr. Kim, the quiet neighborhood retiree who liked to keep busy. The delivery driver ended up spending his morning chatting over coffee and leaving with a freshly cleaned shirt that fit like magic.

3. At dusk, a neighborhood woman walked into Myong Alteration and Dry Cleaning, muttering under her breath: ‘I swear, I left it here last week.’ The owner, Mr. Kim, smiled gently and said, 'Ah, yes, ma’am. We always take good care of our customers' clothes.' He pressed a button, and an old elevator hummed to life, revealing a hidden rack with her blouse neatly hung. She blinked, then laughed softly, shaking her head. 'You never cease to amaze me, Mr. Kim,' she muttered as she took back her cleaned shirt. The next day, everyone in the neighborhood joked that maybe Mrs. Park had actually dropped off two shirts.

4. At midnight, when most laundries were closed, a delivery truck pulled up to Myong Alteration and Dry Cleaning. The driver, rubbing sleep from his eyes, noticed something odd: the neon sign blinked not ‘dry cleaning,’ but simply, ‘Alterations.’ Curious, he knocked on the door. A gruff voice barked, 'What now?' and an old man in a threadbare apron appeared. After some confused exchanges, it turned out that the shop had been closed for years—just an old timer’s late-night altercation with dusty clothes. The delivery driver walked away shaking his head, muttering, 'Next time I’ll check the hours before making a delivery.'