About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Joe O’s Cleaners & Tailor with a large package. As he walked inside, he noticed an old man folding clothes in the dimly lit room. The man didn’t seem to notice him until he cleared his throat. The old man looked up and smiled, revealing a mouth full of gold teeth. 'Welcome, sonny!' he said cheerfully. 'Just finishing up these suits for a regular.' The delivery driver relaxed, thinking it was no big deal. Until the old man added, 'And don't worry, I'll be here till dawn—gotta get everything pressed perfect!'
2. Early in the morning, before sunrise, a delivery driver pulled up to Joe O’s Cleaners & Tailor. The street was quiet except for the soft hum of the dry cleaner’s sign. As he stepped inside, the smell of freshly cleaned clothes filled the air, but something felt off—an old coat on the counter seemed to be watching him with its button eyes. He cleared his throat and called out, ‘Excuse me, anyone home?’ A voice from behind the counter replied, ‘Just hangin’ around these buttons.’ The delivery driver laughed it off, picked up his packages, and left. From then on, whenever someone dropped off their clothes there, they’d ask if Joe O’s had any new coats with talking buttons.
3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Joe O’s Cleaners & Tailor and noticed an unusual sign on the door: ‘Closed for Superstitious Reasons.’ Curious, he walked inside anyway. Inside, he found only a small note taped to the counter: 'Sorry, we're closed until Friday—our tailor has a superstition about delivering clothes on Thursdays.' The delivery driver laughed, shook his head, and left with the load, vowing never again to take Joe O’s Thursday deliveries.
4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Joe O’s Cleaners & Tailor. The air suddenly filled with an odd scent—a mix of freshly baked bread and old fabric softener. The driver wrinkled his nose but shrugged it off, thinking it must be some new cleaner they were testing. Just as he reached for the door handle, the smell intensified, almost overwhelming him. Suddenly, a voice whispered from behind, ‘Need your shirts pressed tonight?’ Startled, the driver turned around—only to see Joe O, leaning against the wall with a twinkle in his eye. ‘Not really,’ laughed the driver, ‘just trying to get home.’ Joe O chuckled and said, “Next time you’ll know better than to come here after dark.” And with that, the strange aroma vanished, replaced by the usual cleanser fumes.