About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Marty’s Cleaners and noticed an eerie humming sound coming from inside. Curious but cautious, he peered through the window to see rows of cleaners’ machines glowing softly in the dark. Was it just an old machine making ghostly noises, or something more sinister? Suddenly, out popped Marty himself—wearing nothing but his underwear and holding a dustpan. ‘Oh,’ he said sheepishly, ‘just my new vacuum cleaner playing tricks on you.’ The delivery driver burst into laughter, realizing it was all a big misunderstanding. From then on, Marty made sure to keep his clothes on while testing out new equipment.
2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Marty’s Cleaners and noticed something peculiar on the parking lot—a mysterious package wrapped in brown paper with no return address. Curious, he opened it carefully, revealing only an old, crumpled note that read: ‘Please clean my shirt.’ Below was a single white button. The delivery driver laughed, realizing it must’ve been someone’s prank. From then on, whenever anyone dropped off clothes at Marty’s, they’d joke about the ‘mysterious button deliveries’.
3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Marty’s Cleaners and noticed a strange glow coming from inside. He knocked on the door, but no one answered. Curious, he peeked through the window and saw an old man folding shirts with lightning-quick precision. The driver waved hello, but the old man never looked up. Finally, he reached into his truck and found a shirt in need of pressing. With a flourish, the mysterious cleaner took it, finished before you could say ‘dry clean only,’ and handed it back with a smile. The next day, everyone in town got their clothes pressed for free—by Marty’s Cleaners, the most efficient laundry service nobody knew existed.
4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Marty’s Cleaners and noticed a strange light coming from behind the closed door. Curious, he peered inside and saw an old man in a tweed suit, humming softly as he ironed shirts with an antique iron. ‘Oh,’ said Marty, noticing him for the first time. ‘Just doing what I do best—keeping things clean.’ The delivery driver left, shaking his head and smiling, wondering if maybe Marty was just an enthusiastic cleaner or had simply found a way to stay young at heart.