Pelham Plaza Cleaners

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A delivery driver arrived early one morning with a large package for Pelham Plaza Cleaners. As he unloaded it, he noticed an old man watching from across the street. The man kept pointing and whispering something into his hat. Curious, the delivery driver glanced around but saw no one else nearby. Just as he was about to ignore it, the old man suddenly waved frantically, pointing towards the cleaners’ door. Smiling, the driver shook his head and continued his work. Later that day, while folding shirts, someone asked if he’d seen an oddly dressed gentleman outside. ‘Nah,’ he replied, ‘just some a regular.’

2. One night, as a regular was dropping off clothes at Pelham Plaza Cleaners, he noticed an odd humming sound coming from inside the shop. The noise grew louder each day, like something was waking up beneath the floorboards. Finally, one curious neighbor decided to investigate and found nothing but a mischievous hamster running around in a tiny laundry basket. Turns out, it had been helping itself to free snacks left behind by customers.

3. One day, an elderly gentleman walked into Pelham Plaza Cleaners and noticed something odd on the counter: a small sign reading ‘Cleaned by aliens tonight.’ He laughed it off, but when he returned later that week, the same sign was there again. Finally, one evening, after picking up his shirts, he asked the owner, smiling: 'So, Mr. Jones, how do you explain these alien signs?' The old man winked and replied, 'Oh, those? Just my way of saying they’re cleaned with love.'

4. At Pelham Plaza Cleaners, customers often glanced curiously at the little girl who would stop by every afternoon. She’d peer inside the window, pointing excitedly at the strange contraptions and muttering to herself. One day, she finally mustered up her courage and asked the cleaner, ‘What do you do with all those funny machines?’ The cleaner smiled warmly and replied, 'We clean clothes, dear.' The girl nodded thoughtfully before asking, 'Can I come back tomorrow?' And so, every afternoon after school, she became a regular visitor, helping sort shirts and occasionally pressing fabric with curious enthusiasm.