I took our down comforter to the cleaners last week. Stephan went to pick it up so I wouldn’t have to carry it all the way home. When he picked it up, this happened:
“Oh, are you boyfriend?”
“No, I’m actually the husband.”
“Really? I thought she said boyfriend would pick it up.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Pretty sure ‘boyfriend.’”
We also suspect that they charged us $21 for just washing our comforter and drying it with a Downy sheet.
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(katie + stephan)
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(5-year anniversary iceland trip)
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Infinite Jest
by David Foster Wallace
Njal's Saga
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Les Misérables
by Victor Hugo
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4 Comments
does it still keep you warm?
’cause the dry cleaners ruined my comforter by washing it. it stripped the down of all its natural oils or something. and now they can’t hold heat :(
ps i love the part where the dry cleaner guy stuck his nose in your business :)
We don’t know; it’s the summerweight comforter, so we like it cool.
Also, it was a drycleaning lady. I’m sure it was because Stephan is superfine and she was trying to come between us.