Pride Cleaners

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a regular noticed something odd: his freshly cleaned shirt had an extra button sewn on it. "Who’s been fixing our clothes here?" he asked, puzzled. Another customer, a delivery driver, complained that his pants now had two zippers instead of one. The owner smiled mysteriously and said, 'We pride ourselves on making your clothes better than new!' A neighbor eventually walked in with a suit that was so perfect she wondered if they’d shrunk her husband too—until she realized he was just wearing it differently.

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Pride Cleaners and noticed an eerie humming sound coming from inside. He peered through the window and saw nothing unusual—just rows of silent machines. But as he drove away, the hum followed him for blocks, fading only when he turned onto another street. Finally curious, our delivery driver stopped by Pride Cleaners next day. A friendly old man greeted him with a smile, asking if everything was alright. ‘Just your usual hum,’ replied the driver sheepishly. The owner laughed heartily, pointing to his tiny generator in the back: ‘That’s why I never turn it off—it keeps my neighborhood cleaners powered!’

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Pride Cleaners and noticed an ominous sign glowing in the window: ‘Cleaned with Love — Always Perfectly Dry.’ Curious, he entered only to discover that every piece of clothing hung on the rack seemed to be smiling back at him. As he reached for his own shirt, he felt something soft brush against his hand—a tiny embroidered heart sewn into the hem. Startled, he looked around but saw no one. The next morning, everyone in town received their clothes with little hearts everywhere. It turned out it was just the owner’s way of saying, ‘You’re worth a smile.’

4. A neighbor passing by Pride Cleaners one afternoon exclaimed aloud, ‘I wonder if they clean socks as well as they clean secrets?’ Inside, a regular overheard the comment and chuckled. The next day he dropped off his shirts with an envelope sealed shut, asking them to be cleaned with extra care. When he picked up his clothes later, he found the note: ‘Dear Sir, your shirts are spotless—we even removed all traces of that mysterious envelope.’