Kilroy don’t kill me

I had such a good dry cleaner in Cleveland Park. Those people were amazing. They smiled, they were fast, and they were professional. I’d pained me to give up this great dry cleaner. It is kind of like finding a good dentist, when you find one you stick with them. But no, a new dry cleaner was opening up in Petworth and I was going to support it. Because I am good person. I am caring person. I have illusions of grandeur, wait, I’m digressing. So, I have frequented Kilroy Dry Cleaners on Upshur St. on multiple occassions. They all have been less than pleasant but tonight takes the cake. I enter the store at around 6:30 in the evening relieved that it was still open because I’ve been wearing the same shirt the entire week and last week. So, I say “hello, how are you doing?” Silence. Deadly silence. The woman behind the counter looks at me like I had just strangled a kitten. Ok, I’m cool with that, maybe she was just having a bad day. So, I begin to count out my shirts, 1,2,3…19. That is pretty impressive. Anyway, my 20th was a flannel and then she decided to speak to me. We don’t do that, she growled. Yikes, I quickly took it off the counter and awaited my ticket. But she simply stared off into space, in complete silence. I wish I could properly explain what her eyes looked like. I honestly felt that if I looked in to them my heart would immediately stop beating. Then fire flew from her finger tips as she rosined up the bow…no, wait a second, that is from a song. But you get the point. Finally, she finsished her day dream and printed out the tickets. Whew. I was relieved. So I said thank you, have a good night. Silence. deadly silence. I froze. I was confused. Maybe she didn’t hear me. So I said, thanks. Nothing. Not even a grunt. So I just stood there confused. What the hell was going on? I literally just stood there for like five minutes. So, I say when can I pick them up? She growls a day. I say thanks again. Shit, at this point all I needed was a grunt or a nod. And I’m literally bewildered by the silence. So I’m standing there and she says “that’s it”. I swear if she had a gun she would have shot me dead on the spot.

Has anyone else had an experience like this at Kilroy Cleaners on Upshur St? I’m still a little stunned. And I have a strong suspicion that I’m not going to get all my shirts back. Oh well, I’m going to see how the pick up goes, but if I recieve the same reception I’m afraid I’m going to have to go back to the dry cleaners in Cleveland Park and that makes me very sad.

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