Our transactions are almost wordless, except for me stating my phone number so I can be looked up in the computer system. I don’t even know the man’s name who is my dry cleaner. I know he smokes outside quite frequently and I feel really bad making him cut short his smoke break. It’s an anonymous relationship that we have, which is fine by me. I only go to this dry cleaning establishment, even though there are others in my neighborhood. Prices are reasonable too. Plus, it’s right across the street from my favorite fruit/veggie market.