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| - You'd think a sloppy klutz like myself (my friends use the sweet euphemism that I'm "good at making things looked lived in") would be a regular at the dry cleaners. You'd also think I wouldn't buy a light-colored winter jacket, because that would probably mean lots of stains, right? That's what you would think, right?
But no. And of course I ended up with a giant black stain on my coat. Ink? Oil? Tar? Pomegranate juice? Who knows, but I was way too scared to tackle it myself, which led me to my first experience with the dry cleaner.
The dry cleaner terrified me because my friends have plenty of horror stories about things coming back with holes or with stains not being removed, and I had no idea what the price of anything was or even how pricing was determined. I envisioned someone handing me back my clothes and saying, "We charged you $45 for this summer dress because it's hideous."
My jacket was $30 (usually only $23, but it's down and there was that mystery stain). They were able to remove the stain and a pen mark by the sleeve, but one on the front proved too stubborn. When you take something to the cleaner, you know, you want it completely clean, especially if it's $30. I mean, the point of having a professional clean my clothes is hoping they'll be able to get rid of the incriminating messiness I can't.
My button up shirt was $4 for a wash and light starch. It was categorized as a blouse, even though it's exactly the same as a men's dress shirt, which are $3.50: this detail annoyed me.
My striped jacket with a stain on the front (did I mention I'm clumsy?) was $10. They weren't able to remove it but said they'd try again for free. If they get it out I'll give them another star, but I have my doubts.
According to their brochure they're the "Pittsburgh area's most respected & trusted pick-up and delivery service!" I should have realized a slogan that says nothing about your quality of work says everything about your clientele's priorities. The people who use Four Seasons regularly don't have the time to pick up and drop off their own dry cleaning, which works for them, but since I'm not a high-powered executive (or on house arrest), I don't mind doing it myself.
Considering my clothes weren't totally clean, and how many cleaners there are on Squirrel Hill alone-not to mention the rest of the city-I've got a hunch there's a better deal for me somewhere in the city. I'm on the hunt!
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