Rowena's Cleaners

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when Rowena’s Cleaners closed its doors, a faint humming sound would drift through the air. A delivery driver noticed it first, thinking it might be an old washing machine left running. But no one else could hear it—until one evening, a regular passing by swore he smelled fresh-baked cookies wafting from inside. Curious, the delivery driver peeked inside and found nothing unusual—a quiet room with empty shelves and a single dusty broom leaning against the wall. Just as he was leaving, however, he heard a soft voice whisper, ‘Thank you for coming.’ Turning around, he saw only shadows dancing on the walls. That night, everyone in town started bringing their clothes to Rowena’s Cleaners—and they never missed a deadline again!’

2. Late one morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Rowena’s Cleaners and noticed an odd scent wafting from inside—something like freshly baked cookies mixed with old newspapers. Curious, he peered through the window and saw nothing unusual until he heard a soft, rhythmic clicking noise coming from behind the counter. Upon investigating further, he discovered an elderly lady busily folding clothes while tapping her cane in time to some unheard music. She smiled warmly and said, 'Morning, dear! Just finishing up our special batch of pressed memories.' The delivery driver left, shaking his head but grinning, wondering if everyone else could smell those delicious cookies.

3. A delivery driver pulled up to Rowena’s Cleaners one rainy afternoon. ‘Finally,’ he muttered, checking his watch. ‘Where’s my package?’ The rain pelted against the window as a gruff voice called out from inside: 'Package? Oh, that! It's in the back room.' A minute later, a wrinkled old lady emerged with a soggy envelope and said, 'Here you go, sonny. Next time use FedEx!' The delivery driver shook his head, smiling, and drove off into another day of mysterious deliveries.

4. A delivery driver pulled up to Rowena’s Cleaners one foggy morning. ‘Why is it always so quiet around here?’ he wondered aloud as he stepped inside. Inside, a soft voice called from behind the counter: 'Morning, sweetheart!' The delivery driver jumped, then smiled sheepishly. It turned out that Rowena’s Cleaners had been owned by an elderly lady who greeted everyone with a warm smile and a cup of tea. By noon, the place buzzed with friendly chatter and laughter.