Faithful reader(s) may recall my posting about my dry cleaner woes. They continue. I still have a bunch of shirts to pick up from my cleaners that I went to get last Saturday but couldn't because, of course, they didn't live up their end of the bargain and have them ready for me.
If I ever move to the edge of Hell's Kitchen I've found my dry cleaners. On 9th Ave. around 56th is a place that actually has a TV in the window that shows nothing but episodes of "The Jeffersons." Now that's funny.
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oh...this is depressing. Can't even get your shirts on time anymore. Worse, I think I am as old as Weezie was on the Jeffersons. I know I am older than George Jefferson. I hope you find happiness with whatever cleaner you wind up with. I had a terrible time with one guy who lost my winter coat. He would only reimburse me for part of it...and I settled. Rambler, don't ever settle for less.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p1mvBhNXeUI
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