About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar in Presto Cleaners’ loading dock—a small, dusty box wrapped in old newspaper. Curious, he opened it and found an ancient coin collection, complete with a note reading: ‘Take care of these.’ The delivery driver took the coins home and showed them to his neighbor, who happened to be a retired numismatist. Together they identified the collection as worthless—just some old tokens from a defunct laundry service. But every time someone mentioned losing their favorite shirt, they’d pull out the tokens and say, 'Presto Cleaners always gets your clothes back!'
2. A customer picked up her clothes from Presto Cleaners one afternoon and exclaimed, ‘These pants look like they’ve been here longer than I have!’ As she was leaving, a delivery driver asked if everything was alright. She replied with a smile, ‘Oh yes, just glad my pants haven’t found a new home yet!’ A few days later, a neighbor saw her wearing those same pants again and joked, ‘You must really love that clean smell.’ The woman laughed and said, ‘Or maybe Presto Cleaners loves my pants more than I do!’
3. At midnight, a delivery driver heard an eerie humming coming from Presto Cleaners' basement. Curious, he peered inside—and found rows of shirts whispering each other’s names. Suddenly, one shirt called out, ‘Hey, Joe!’ The driver looked around, but no one was there. Then he realized—Joe was his own shirt! Turns out, all those shirts were just saying hello to their owner. From then on, whenever anyone dropped off clothes at Presto Cleaners, they’d hear friendly chatter from below until late at night.
4. At dawn, a delivery driver pulled into Presto Cleaners’ parking lot and froze. The sign above the entrance read: ‘Today’s special: your shirts cleaned by the ghost of our former owner.’ The driver shook his head, thinking it was just another one of Presto Cleaners’ quirky promotions. He parked, got out, and walked inside. A voice from behind said, 'Welcome, my son!' Startled, he turned around—only to see an old man smiling warmly. Turned out, it wasn’t a ghost at all; it was just Mr. Johnson, a regular who loved pranks.