This is essentially a hostage situation for my clothes. Some woman I don’t know is holding my sweaters and dresses until I come up with the ransom money. At this moment, 3 sweaters, 2 “heavy” sweaters (aka. Grandpa’s), 2 dresses, and 1 item that has obviously mistakenly been categorized as a “blouse” are in their 12th week of captivity around the corner from my apartment.
Even Seinfeld wants to know…What is DRY cleaning?
To add insult to injury, they spelled my name wrong on the ransom note.