Tide Dry Cleaners

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, an exhausted delivery driver pulled up to Tide Dry Cleaners. As he stepped out of his truck, he noticed something odd: the neon sign above the door seemed to flicker in time with the humming machines inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw a gruff old man busily working on clothes while softly singing along to an old radio. The driver cleared his throat, startling the man who turned around, revealing a pair of brightly colored headphones plugged into an ancient transistor radio. ‘Oh,’ said the old man, adjusting his spectacles, ‘just my favorite radio show from the 80s.’ With that, he went back to ironing shirts, completely oblivious to the stunned driver still standing outside. The delivery guy shook his head, smiled, and drove off, muttering under his breath, 'Guess I’ll just leave it here.'

2. Late one night, a neighbor rushed into Tide Dry Cleaners, soaked from head to toe in rainwater. 'Quick!' he panted, 'I need my clothes cleaned before tomorrow morning!' The owner, Mr. Kim, nodded briskly and motioned for him to follow. Half an hour later, the neighbor emerged with his freshly pressed clothes, dripping wet himself—this time not from rain but sweat, having run up three flights of stairs while carrying a heavy suitcase. ‘Thanks!’ he grinned sheepishly. ‘Next time I’ll just hang these out to dry.’

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Tide Dry Cleaners. The air was filled with a strange, sweet scent that made him pause—nothing like the usual chemical odors of dry cleaners. As he opened the door, a friendly voice called out: ‘Welcome, can I help you with your uniforms tonight?’ Turns out, it was just the owner’s pet hamster, Teddy, who loved wandering around the shop after hours.

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Tide Dry Cleaners. The air inside felt heavy and strange—like it held secrets no one wanted to reveal. The door opened with a creak, revealing an old man folding clothes in the dim light. 'Delivery for Mr. Smith,' said the driver. The man looked up, smiled, and replied, 'Oh, you must be mistaken. I’m just George from next door.' And with that, he went back to his ironing, leaving the delivery guy scratching his head and wondering if maybe Tide Dry Cleaners was more than it seemed.