Powers Center Cleaners

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, as customers were picking up their dry cleaned clothes, an unfamiliar voice crackled over the intercom: ‘If you’ve ever lost something here, it’s probably hiding behind Mr. Powers’ desk.’ A delivery driver leaned in curiously and asked, 'Does he keep a whole lost-and-found back there?' A regular chuckled and replied, 'Nah, just his old high school yearbook.' The intercom clicked again: 'And if anyone finds my yearbook, please return it to Mr. Powers—it holds some valuable memories!'

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Powers Center Cleaners and noticed something odd—a faint whiff of freshly baked cookies wafting from inside. Curious, he knocked on the door, only to be greeted by an elderly lady in an apron who smiled warmly and offered him a cookie. Turns out, she was just an enthusiastic neighbor stopping by after her shift to bake some treats for everyone around. The delivery driver left with his clothes and a belly full of cookies—maybe next time he’d bring hers back cleaner than ever.

3. At dawn, when most people were still asleep, a delivery driver pulled up to Powers Center Cleaners. The quiet of early morning was shattered by a familiar yet unexpected sound: the gentle humming of an old-time radio. The radio played an old tune, and from inside the shop came the soft shuffle of someone dancing along. A neighbor passing by stopped in surprise, then smiled and waved cheerfully. Turning off his truck, the delivery driver joined in the impromptu dance party, whistling merrily as he carried in that week’s laundry orders. It seemed that Powers Center Cleaners had its very own secret morning routine.

4. At dusk, while kids played nearby, a strange shadow emerged from behind Powers Center Cleaners' loading dock. A little boy pointed excitedly, whispering, 'Mom, look! It's a ghost in a suit!' The mother squinted into the twilight, then laughed softly. ‘Honey,’ she said, ‘that’s probably just Mr. Smith, our friendly neighborhood tailor, coming out for some fresh air.’ The boy looked puzzled but smiled, and they went home, leaving the mysterious figure standing there, waving a freshly pressed shirt.