It all started a week ago when I brought Gerald's shirts home from the cleaners. I Don't Iron....Until I retire and then I will. They were wrinkled in places. Not a real big deal but with the price I am paying I want perfection. So I called my cleaners and he said to bring them in and he would fix them..........Are you kidding me............I am not bring 20 shirts back in....I will bring one. So, I go up there today and he says "Oh Oh are they (who is they) crazy, Oh oh this it not right". I agreed with him and showed him how much I paid and he just looked at me. I was picking up more shirts so I told him I didn't think I should have to pay for them and he nicely said ok. When I proceed to give him more shirts he said " NO No you take somewhere else, I can't please you".
I really didn't want to find a new cleaners.