You rarely meet the crazy ones, but you sure meet some weirdos while going to the gym. Like one of the local closety dry cleaners. He is really talkative and he loves to bad mouth the other dry cleaners in the area, using an agressive tone. He always tell stories about how the dry cleaning customers come to him to sort out mistakes made by the guy down the road from his place.

He literally forced me do come by and dry clean something so the other day I did. Out of fear. Yesterday I got the trousers back. I forgot to tell him that heavy wool trousers from Martin Margiela should NOT be pleated. So now I have to go to the man down the road to sort it out.

If the dry cleaner from the gym sees me there, I’m dead. I am not kidding. This may be my last post.