First Cleaners

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A regular dropped off his shirts one morning and asked the cleaner if they were ‘first cleaners.’ The clerk smiled and replied, 'Absolutely, sir, first cleaners indeed!' Since then, everyone in town has been whispering that maybe these clothes really are cleaned with special care. One day, a delivery driver picked up his uniform and joked, ‘Hey, I’m your first cleaner today!’ The clerk laughed and said, ‘You’re our first hero of the week!’ Ever since then, whenever someone drops something off, they ask, ‘Am I your first cleaner?’ And everyone knows the answer is always yes—because it’s good for morale.

2. A delivery driver pulled up to First Cleaners late one afternoon. As he opened the trunk of his van, he noticed something strange—a small envelope had fallen out onto the pavement. Curious, he picked it up and found an old photograph inside. It showed two smiling employees holding a sign that read ‘Best Dry Cleaners in Town’—but there was no date on the photo. The delivery driver examined the photo curiously before putting it back into the envelope. Just then, another customer walked out, glanced at him oddly, and muttered, 'Hey, that's our old ad!' Turns out, First Cleaners had been using that same vintage pic for years without anyone noticing. The end result? A good laugh and a newfound appreciation for how long some businesses keep their traditions alive.

3. A delivery driver pulled up to First Cleaners early one morning. As he unloaded boxes from his truck, he noticed something strange in the backseat—a small envelope with the store’s logo scribbled on it. Curious, he opened it and found a single note inside: ‘Please clean these suits urgently—Mr. Johnson.’ Turned out Mr. Johnson was just a neighbor who accidentally left the note in the car while dropping off his dry cleaning. The delivery driver laughed it off, thinking, ‘At least I got a free ride today!’

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to First Cleaners. As he approached the door, he heard an eerie humming sound coming from inside—like someone whispering softly in another language. Curious, he peered through the window and saw only empty racks and quiet machines. Suddenly, a folded shirt on one rack twitched slightly. Startled, he knocked over a bottle of stain remover, which splashed harmlessly onto his pants. Turning around, he found himself facing a bemused neighbor who’d been waiting for their laundry.