Cops are probably (or at least used to be) dry cleaners’ best friends, and maybe not for the reason you are envisioning. Uniforms have gotten more casual now (a change I personally don’t think is a great “look”), but when Hubby started out as a young uniformed officer the uniforms he wore could be washed and ironed by a devoted wife, but they looked much better (and saved the wife from all that ironing) when they were dry cleaned. So that means that for almost all of the 36 years that Hubby was a policeman, we were on the “frequent flyer” plan with dry cleaners — first with uniforms, then with suits and dress shirts when he moved up into “plain clothes” jobs. One of the decisions that regularly had to be made before we both left for work in the morning was who was going to drop off or pick up the dry cleaning.
Ahhh, but when we moved “to town” six and a half years ago, one of the big pluses was that we could be on a dry cleaning route. What a wonderful service! The “dry cleaning guy” came by twice a week to pick up the dry cleaning bag hanging on our utility door. And as long as Hubby was working, it was always there, and full — we definitely made it worth his time to come by.
But things really changed when we retired. We went from having dry cleaning to be picked up almost every time the guy came by, to only having something for him to pick up once or twice a month! We fully expected to hear from the company that it just wasn’t any longer worth their time to have us on the pick-up route, but that never happened. So “Bob” still faithfully pulls into our driveway twice a week to see if we have anything for him, even though we seldom do any more.
But what I’ve never thought about before is that because Bob comes to our house twice a week (and I think he’s been our route driver for most of the 6+ years we’ve been on the route) he is pretty familiar with our house … and apparently notices any changes.
We needed to have our front door and shutters painted, and decided to use that opportunity to change the color from the dark red that was on them when we moved here.
So the painter used one of the shutters on the window next to the utility door to put up samples of five different colors we had selected, so that we could “live” with them for a little while and decide which color we wanted to use.
We chose the middle sample and are happy with our choice.
A few days after the paint job, Hubby and I drove in the driveway and saw a note on the dry cleaning hook. I said, “Oh oh, I bet the dry cleaner is finally giving up on us and saying that we won’t be on the home delivery route any more.”
But I needn’t have worried. The note was just our long-time “visitor” Bob, giving us an “atta boy”.
In a world that in many ways becomes more impersonal by the day, there are still people like Bob who will look for opportunities to have a little personal interaction. And I thank God for them.