As promised yesterday. Here is the story of the dotty shirt. You are are actually part of the story, since it was with you that I shared my initial love of the shirt. Here it is again:
Ah. So pretty.
And, then, I even shared when I took initial blame for the loss of the shirt (actually, I was talking about a skirt, I had not yet noticed the loss of the shirt). See, I thought I was going all soft in the head. But nooo. Not me! The dry cleaners! They lost my clothes! After the skirt failed to reappear and then other things failed to re-appear...well, I finally put it together and called the dry cleaner. Did you know that they have a record of every item they pick up from you, by color, fabric and brand? (We get pick up and delivery, possibly the only good thing about suburban living.) Anyway, by the time I called, I had something like 9 missing items. Nine. Fuckers.
Lucky for them, they found all but three items (the skirt, a sweater and the dotty shirt). And for those they sent me a check. Small harm/minor foul.
But, picture this if you will: A few weeks after all this losing and reimbursing goes down, JWH and I pull into the garage and I remark, "oh, there's neighbor C wearing a shirt just like the one those fuckers lost." Oh, hahahaha. We laugh.
Fast forward another month or so and I get an email from neighbor C saying she had just dropped over a bag of JWH shirts that the dry cleaner left with them by mistake. "Oh, sorry," I say, "we have had a lot of trouble with them lately, they actually lost a bunch of my stuff in June." Oh, rly, she says. "By chance a striped sweater and a dotty shirt?"
No shit.
Two days later the items arrive on my porch. Stripey sweater is in original dry-cleaned condition on hanger with tags, etc. Dotty shirt???? Oh. My. God. There is no way to adequately explain to you the vision of my $88, worn once, silk blouse hanging on a non-dry cleaner hanger - filthy, absolutely filthy. Like worn to weed the garden filthy. Worn a dozen times filthy. Worn by my neighbor. Returned by my neighbor. Filthy.
Who does that?!?!
On the plus side, the male half of the neighbors is definitely not of a size to fit into my shirts, so that's something
Posted by: JWH | Monday, October 01, 2012 at 02:45 PM