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So I pick up my kilt from the dry cleaner. It's cleverly hidden behind several layers of plastic wrap. Suspecting that the people working at the cleaners know their trade and can return an item in the same, albeit cleaner, condition that it was entrusted to them in, I pay the individual behind the desk and am on my way. Upon returning home I got tied up with some other things so I wasn't able to unwrap the kilt and look at it straight away. About an hour ago I took it out to make sure that it was ready to go. Much to my chagrin, the pleats were totally effed up, and I've just spent the last 45 minutes straightening them out. Needless to say, that particular cleaner will not be getting my business again.
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The girlfriend and roomies do not quite comprehend my ire, and thus weren't very good outlets to vent to. I figure you guys would understand and probably relate. Thanks for reading along.