Cleaners at the Ballpark

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A delivery driver pulled up to Cleaners at the Ballpark one afternoon, frowning as he scanned the parking lot. ‘Where’s my usual spot?’ he muttered under his breath. That night, all the customers noticed something strange: their clean shirts had tiny baseball stains. The next day, a neighbor dropped off some pants and joked, ‘Better hope they’re not ball-stained too!’ By morning, everyone’s clothes were pristine again—except for one shirt that now sported an adorable little home-run logo. The delivery driver shrugged, laughing. ‘Guess I’ll just have to park in a different spot.’

2. A delivery driver pulled up to Cleaners at the Ballpark one morning, muttering under his breath. ‘Why does everything always happen here?’ He had just finished loading boxes when he noticed something odd: a small, dusty baseball card sticking out from between the shirts in his bag. The delivery driver picked it up curiously, glancing around. A regular customer, standing nearby, smiled knowingly and whispered, ‘That’s the rookie card of Mr. Smith, our owner. He says it brings good luck.’ The driver shrugged, popped the card into his pocket, and walked away, muttering, ‘I’ll believe it when I get paid on time…’

3. A neighbor stopped by one evening and asked, ‘Why does it always smell like hot dogs around here?’ The cleaner laughed and replied, ‘Well, our dryer must be a big fan of baseball snacks!’ A few days later, a delivery driver joked that maybe they should serve franks outside during busy times. And ever since then, whenever someone mentions Cleaners at the Ballpark, everyone smiles—even if they never do get free hot dogs.’

4. Late one night, an employee overheard a voice on the intercom: ‘Please pick up your uniform from Cleaners at the Ballpark—you’re missing half the game!’ Curious, the worker went upstairs and found nothing but empty racks and quiet machines. Just as he shrugged it off, another voice crackled through: 'Hey, you! The score’s changing every minute!' Turning around, he saw only his reflection in the window—apparently, someone had left their radio tuned to the ballgame.