Westport Cleaners

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Westport Cleaners and noticed something odd: a soft humming sound coming from inside the building. It wasn’t like any machine noise he’d heard before—more like an old-timey tune played on invisible instruments. Curious, the driver cracked open the door—and found an elderly gentleman busily ironing shirts while whistling ‘Yankee Doodle.’ Startled, they exchanged greetings, and it turned out that Mr. Jenkins had been working there since the store opened in 1957. The humming was just his favorite song playing in his head as he worked.

2. Early in the morning, before anyone else stirred, an early riser passing by Westport Cleaners saw something peculiar. The neon sign blinked on and off erratically, as if someone were playing with its switch from inside. Curious, they peered through the window and saw only a sleepy delivery driver folding shirts. ‘Must’ve been his way of waking up,’ someone muttered, smiling. The next day, the same early bird found the neon light steady again—just another Westport Cleaners tale.

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Westport Cleaners and noticed something odd. ‘Hey,’ he whispered, ‘is that a shirt hanging out of the window?’ The owner, an elderly gentleman with a twinkle in his eye, emerged from the back room. 'Ah,' he said, 'that’s just my old tuxedo. It got stuck on the line when I was drying it.' The delivery driver laughed nervously, relieved but embarrassed. 'Guess I’ll take my business elsewhere!' he joked as he drove off into the night.

4. Early in the morning, when most people were still dreaming, a delivery driver pulled up to Westport Cleaners. The sun had barely peeked over the horizon, but inside the shop, something unusual was happening—an old sewing machine hummed softly, as if it were alive. Suddenly, an elderly gentleman appeared from behind the counter and greeted the driver with a twinkle in his eye. ‘Ah, you’re just in time for our early bird special!’ he said, waving towards the sewing machine. Turns out, every Monday morning at dawn, the owner held a secret quilting club for neighborhood ladies who brought their best work to be cleaned—and critiqued.’ The delivery driver chuckled, shaking his head, thinking that maybe Westport Cleaners wasn’t your ordinary dry cleaner after all.