About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar in Capt. Keith’s parking lot—a mysterious old suitcase, left unattended among the cleaners’ baskets. Curious but cautious, he called Captain Keith himself, who promptly inspected it and found…nothing inside. Curiously, every time someone mentioned the case, Captain Keith would mysteriously smile and say, 'Just another day at the cleaners.' Months later, during an especially busy week, the suitcase reappeared—this time filled with freshly pressed shirts. Turned out, it was just an elaborate prank by one of their most loyal customers, a delivery driver who liked to keep things interesting.
2. At dawn, when most laundries were quiet as tombstones, a delivery driver noticed something odd outside Capt. Keith’s: a vintage suitcase left on the steps, its handle glinting like sunrise. Curious, he opened it—just an old hat and a note reading: ‘Please clean with care.’ Turns out, it was Captain Keith’s lucky headgear from his days as a sailor. A neighborhood joke ensued for weeks.
3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Capt. Keith’s and found an old, dusty suitcase sitting on the loading dock. Curious, he picked it up—only to discover that every button had been replaced with tiny, perfectly folded handkerchiefs. Confused, he opened the case—and inside were dozens of impeccably pressed shirts, each tagged with different names like ‘Captain’, ‘Admiral’, and even ‘Mr. Suit’. Turns out, Capt. Keith was secretly a tailor who used his cleaners as a front for custom alterations. The delivery driver left smiling, thinking maybe he’d just stumbled upon someone’s quirky hobby.
4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Capt. Keith’s and found an old coin stuck in the door handle. Curious, he picked it up—and suddenly, every light in the cleaners flickered on and off like a disco ball. The delivery driver grinned, thinking it was some prank. He pocketed the coin and went inside. Moments later, the lights dimmed again—this time, they stayed off for good. The next morning, everyone in town noticed that Capt. Keith’s had closed its doors forever. But once a week, around midnight, you could still hear soft jazz playing from behind the shuttered windows.