Dry Cleaners

Is it just me or is the dry cleaners a little scary? I mean you go in there with what I would assume are some of your best clothes. You drop them off in a lump amidst the piles of other clothes and then leave, possibly to never see them again.

Who even knows how dry cleaning works anyway? They probably just scrape any chunky bits off with a fingernail, spray the rest of the item with Febreze, steam press and wha la... Dry cleaned!

And the whole atmosphere of the dry cleaners is a little creepy. I mean, there's all these clothes hanging up, covered in bags and they fill the entire place. They kind of remind me of that scene in one of the Freddy Krueger movies where the bloody dead chick drags herself down the school hall in a body bag. Gross.