Dry cleaning is not "dry".
I should start a separate section of entries entitled "Things I never knew but everyone else appears to have known from the time they were children.".
It would be a large category.
If I had such a separate section of blog entries, I would add this little tidbit to it today: the process of dry cleaning is not, in fact, "dry". Your clothes get wet. Your wools, your silks... they get wet.
Your clothes are dipped in a vat of (very wet) chemical, then dried.
WTF?
I know, I know. I have already tested this out at work and discovered that pretty much every single one of you already knew that.
But
how do you know that?
When did you learn that? Don't even
try to tell me you learned that in school, because I went to school and I did not learn that.
Did you learn that because, say, you were driving along with your parents one day, saw a sign for a dry cleaners, and asked, "Mom? Dad? You know that sign that says 'Dry Cleaning'? Does that big sign just lie?".
Or did you learn that at university from one of your fellow students in one of those deep, philosophical discussions?
Did you learn it from the Discovery channel? Or are you all the type of people who regularly read Dry Cleaning Today magazine?
WTF?!
Posted at 7:05 pm by Suburbia
 | Posted by Alli @ 02/12/2005 09:32 PM PST | |
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| Posted by Bro Joe @ 02/10/2005 10:11 PM PST | |
I think you've exposed the dark, (sorry) soiled world of "Lie Cleaners" or maybe "Dry Scheme-ers". (Sounds like a Fox news story doesn't it?)
I can confirm that neither Mom nor Dad clued us into this vast network of scam artistry.
So, I learned "the game" during high school. While looking for a summer job, I did reply to an ad for dry cleaner delivery driver. (In Flemington!) After a brief intoduction to the owner, I was taken in back and shown "the way". This very nice lady showed me station by station how clothes are cleaned. She laughed and pointed to some label-less bottles of solution and said "I get all of that stuff from Channel hardware store." I accepted the job, and never returned. (Cause I was 17 years old!)
Thats how I found out... |
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| Posted by Sit10 @ 02/10/2005 08:58 PM PST | |
I too learned this quite late in life, and learned it working at a dry cleaners. And like most proesses best left in the shadows, this is one that you would swear off of if you knew too much about it. People who would never use a laundromat, but take their clothes to the cleaners, are FOOLING themselves. When the counter girl says "when do you want this?" this question means, which pile of laundry is this? All of the "wednesday clothes" -- ALL of them -- go into the vat together. You don't know those people, they don't know you. Your dry cleaner (the actual tradesman, not the guy who owns the business) is also mad as a hatter, for the same reason the hatter is: lots n lots o' chemicals. Ours was a Nam vet who wore navy white scrubs and poured with sweat, and berated the counter girls if we did not identify the nature of stains. It matters to him.
If you continue to have clothes "cleansed," choose a place where the "plant" is on the same premises. Once they go on that delivery truck, it is anyone's guess. I have many more tales on the cleaners, but best that we draw a veil over the rest of this scene. |
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