A visit to the dry cleaners

Enter man with suit and pair of trousers.

“Assistant” (for it is she) : Name?

(note - not "hello, you scum", or "hi", "good morning" etc)

Man : (says name)

“Assistant” : Have you been to us before?

Man : no

“Assistant” : On no, you’re not on our system, I’ll need to take some details.


I needn’t go on. I’d have walked out but I needed ‘em cleaned.

The whole thing was like (I imagine) somewhere in Eastern Europe – during communism.

I was never given any choice over speed and/or level of service or the costs. I was told when I could crawl back to collect my items and warned of the shorter opening hours on Saturday.

I won’t be going back.