Kingsway Luxury Cleaners

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a little girl walked into Kingsway Luxury Cleaners and asked her mother, ‘Why does that man’s shirt smell like cookies?’ The cleaner across the counter just smiled enigmatically. The cleaner leaned over and whispered conspiratorially, ‘That’s because he brought his uniform here last week—someone accidentally dropped a jar of cookie dough in the dry cleaners!’ Everyone laughed as they left, knowing there was always something magical happening behind those closed doors.

2. A concerned neighbor knocked on the door of Kingsway Luxury Cleaners one afternoon. ‘Why is your sign always flashing “Cleaned” even when no customers come in?’ The owner smiled mysteriously and replied, 'Well, my machines never take a day off—even if nobody drops anything off!' A delivery driver later confirmed that he often saw the cleaner's robotic arms folding shirts in empty rooms.

3. A delivery driver dropped off some suits at Kingsway Luxury Cleaners early in the morning. As he left, he noticed something peculiar—a small, dusty box had appeared inside the cleaner's van. Curious, he opened it and found an old, tattered map with a handwritten note: 'Follow this path for luck.' The delivery driver shrugged, thinking nothing of it, and drove off. Later that day, while hanging out with his neighbors, someone mentioned seeing a strange van parked near their street. Curiosity got the better of him—he followed the van’s route and ended up at a local pub. There, over a pint, he met an eccentric cleaner who claimed the map was part of an ancient tradition passed down through generations. The driver laughed it off, but from then on, whenever he needed some extra luck, he’d pop into the pub for a drink—just in case.

4. A small dog wagged its tail excitedly as it entered Kingsway Luxury Cleaners, sniffing curiously around the counter before bounding towards a mysterious box wrapped in brown paper. The curious little dog approached the box with cautious excitement, and just as the owner was about to intervene, the cleaner gently opened it—revealing not an expensive suit but a bundle of fresh-cut flowers. A neighbor who’d dropped them off earlier had mistakenly marked the package as ‘dry clean only.’ With a smile, the cleaner placed the flowers back into their box and whispered, ‘Next time, maybe a label that says “fragile”?’