Alterations Station

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an unseasonably cold March morning when a delivery driver pulled up to Alterations Station. The sun had barely crept over the horizon, casting eerie shadows across the usually bustling street. As he approached the door, a friendly neighbor waved from inside, offering him a warm smile despite the chilly weather. ‘Hey there,’ she said cheerfully, ‘your shirts are ready!’ Turning around, the delivery driver noticed that his own jacket had been neatly hung on a nearby rack—with a small note attached reading, “Forgot this.”

2. A little girl skipped down the street one afternoon, her eyes wide with wonder as she passed Alterations Station. Suddenly, she stopped and pointed at something on the sidewalk outside. ‘Mama,’ she whispered, ‘look what I found!’ Her mother bent down curiously. ‘What is it, honey?’ She peered closer and giggled. ‘Just an old button, Mama.’ The girl shrugged, then added mischievously, ‘But next time you bring clothes here for alterations, maybe they’ll fix them right!’

3. A neighborhood cat had taken to lounging on the counter of Alterations Station, seemingly enamored with the scent of freshly cleaned clothes. One day, a delivery driver arrived with an especially strong-smelling suit. The cat sniffed it curiously and suddenly jumped onto his shoulders, following him home like a new pet. Only when he opened the door did everyone realize it was just another load of laundry—complete with furry passenger.

4. One day after closing, a curious note appeared taped to the door of Alterations Station: ‘Your clothes are never quite right until you’ve been here.’ Employees shrugged it off as prankster fun, but soon enough customers started reporting their shirts were mysteriously altered—buttons swapped, hems adjusted—even though no one was inside. Finally, an old lady came in with her favorite sweater asking for just a minor touch-up. When she returned later that evening, she found not only her sweater had been fixed perfectly, but also her husband’s shirt now matched hers exactly, down to the buttonhole pattern. The next morning, everyone in town woke up to freshly laundered and coordinated outfits—except nobody could remember whose idea it was.