Bon's Dry Cleaners

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, while folding laundry in B’on’s Dry Cleaners, an elderly lady noticed something peculiar. As she reached for a shirt, a soft humming sound filled the air—like an old record player winding down. Curious, she followed the sound and found it coming from an ancient cabinet behind the counter. Inside was an old vinyl record slowly spinning—a forgotten treasure from decades ago. The owner, Mr. Bonham, appeared moments later with a smile, explaining that it had been playing since his grandfather's time. 'It keeps away the quiet,' he said, laughing. The lady left with her cleaned clothes, leaving behind a smile and a promise to return soon.

2. A little boy walked into Bon's Dry Cleaners one afternoon, clutching his favorite toy. As he approached the counter, he stopped abruptly and pointed at the ceiling, whispering, 'Mommy, what's that?' The owner, Mr. Bonham, looked up curiously and saw nothing but a dusty light fixture. He smiled and said gently, ‘Oh, just our old fan, son.’ The boy nodded thoughtfully, then turned back to Mr. Bonham with a serious expression. ‘Can you make my dinosaur’s colors brighter?’ Mr. Bonham laughed softly, took the toy, and assured him, ‘Absolutely, I’ll do it myself!’

3. A neighborhood delivery driver pulled up to B’on’s Dry Cleaners one rainy afternoon, umbrella in hand. As he stepped inside with a box of parcels, he heard a familiar voice from behind the counter: 'Hey, you forgot your umbrella!' The delivery driver looked puzzled and replied, ‘I didn’t bring an umbrella.’ The clerk smiled slyly and said, ‘You always do!’ Turns out, it was their way of greeting him every time he came. That evening, as our delivery hero walked home, he thought, ‘Maybe I should start bringing an umbrella anyway—just for fun.’

4. While sorting shirts at B’on’s Dry Cleaners, a regular muttered under his breath, ‘I swear these buttons keep disappearing.’ One day, a delivery driver asked curiously, ‘Are you sure they’re not just hiding in your pockets?’ The regular laughed and shook his head, buttonless shirts dangling from his arms. That night, he found one of them nestled securely inside his favorite hat.