Andrew P.
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Today was the end of an era. I've been taking my shirts to this Chinese laundry for decades (there is none near me since the early 90s). One of those great old places, cluttered, no names spoken, just a permanent, hand-made mark inside the collar. I was N. I'd lost my ticket so often they just told me to use my mark. I'd get my shirts washed and folded (not dry cleaned).
They'd come back neatly folded, with paper inserts, handed to me in a brown paper package tied up with string. It was, indeed, one of my favorite things, since it reminded me of my dad, who'd drop off and pick up his shirts every Saturday when I was growing up. (His mark was POR.) In fact, several shirts I regularly bring in used to belong to my dad. Also, the folded shirt fit perfectly into my backpack, so I could bike to work or elsewhere and put on a non-sweaty, clean shirt upon arrival.
It was, I believe, 85 cents when I first started going there. it went up.. and up... and up... the price hit $3.50 before the pandemic. Then the young, American-born nieces took over, while the old Chinese couple started working only part-time. The young gals modernized everything. Added a computer. After 27 years, they knew my name. No more clutter. No more old New York charm, either. They replaced the cruder but effective sandwich sign out front. It had large red letters announcing to half a block away that this was the hand-laundry place. Now there's a tattoo-like drawing of a dragon and small, typeset letters below it you can only see from few feet away.
Today, for the third time,the young girl at the counter wanted my information, the mark of N apparently confounding her. Then I noticed the new price list. The price was now $4.50. Seriously? Sigh. I paid the now very inflated price for my final package of shirts, took back the eight I'd brought in, and told them I'm sorry, but that's simply too much, and our relationship has come to a conclusion.
There's a laundromat in my neighborhood that offers half that price for laundering and folding shirts. No brown paper, probably no paper inserts. Certainly no charm. I suppose I should master ironing. But for now, I'll try out that local laundry.