Moose Cleaners Doesn't Clean Moose

There is a small business in town which goes by the name Moose Cleaners. The name, alone, brings me happiness and while I have never actually taken any clothing to Moose Cleaners, I enjoy knowing such a place exists. We have passed by Moose Cleaners a million times as it serves as a landmark that sits on our path from the bookstore to Olive Garden.

Just this weekend, we turned that familiar corner on our way to get tasty Italian food and discovered, much to our chagrin, that Moose Cleaners was no more. It had been replaced by Asian Nails and a Liquor Store. We all stared in silence as we grasped the fact that change had come and our favorite cleaners, that we never used, was now gone. My daughter spoke up from the back seat and said, "Where will people get their moose cleaned now?" This question begged more questions like, "Really?" and "How many people do you know that have a moose... a moose that needs to be cleaned?" She smiled and said, "Yeah, but wasn't it nice to know you could clean your moose if you wanted to." I realized that my child did not truly think one could clean their moose there, but had grasped the fact that change had taken something away, even if it was just her belief in the possibility of something very cool. Perhaps we should have supported Moose Cleaners and dropped off some dirty laundry there. I could always do with less laundry. Of course, an interesting thought crossed my mind.... what if I toted in a basket full of wrinkled shirts and pants only to discover that they only cleaned Moose. That would have made my day!

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Anonymous said…

OK, that made me laugh out loud. Great story!

August 19, 2012 at 3:29 PM

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