Islands Cleaners

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, an old man entered Islands Cleaners and asked for his usual. The clerk looked puzzled and announced over the intercom: ‘Attention, everyone—we’ve got a new policy here: shirts with holes are now free!’ A few days later, a delivery driver walked in, holding up a tattered shirt. ‘This one’s full of holes,’ he said proudly. The clerk nodded knowingly and called out again: ‘Shirts with holes—free!’ The whole place erupted in laughter as the driver grinned from ear to ear.

2. One day, a delivery driver dropped off a package with a note: ‘Please clean carefully, it’s my wife’s favorite dress.’ The next week, he returned early and overheard someone saying, ‘This isn’t just any dress—this is a wedding gown!’ Finally, the delivery driver pretended to leave but then quietly approached the counter. With a sly smile, he asked if they had found the owner of the beautiful dress yet. The staff looked puzzled until one exclaimed, 'Oh no! That must be Mrs. Johnson's!' And so, the regular came back that evening wearing his best suit, proudly showing off his newly cleaned tuxedo.

3. A neighborhood kid stopped by Islands Cleaners one afternoon, clutching a pile of colorful buttons. He asked the clerk if they could be cleaned too. The clerk smiled and said, 'We clean everything but buttons!' With that, he carefully wrapped each button in tissue paper and placed them in a special bag with a note reading, "Please return these when you're done." The boy nodded solemnly, then ran off down the street, his little adventure complete.

4. A curious cat frequently sauntered into Islands Cleaners late at night, padding across the linens and leaving tufts of fur behind. One night, a delivery driver arrived to pick up the cleaned clothes and found himself distracted by the feline visitor. The cat had curled up on top of a freshly pressed shirt, fast asleep with its tiny paws wrapped around the collar. With a gentle smile, the driver carefully placed it outside, whispering, ‘Goodnight, little islander.’