Everyone has a Dry-Cleaner story and every standup comedian has a couple jokes about their local dry-cleaner. But these clowns bring a whole new level to poor service. I took in an old shirt to see if they couldn’t repair a small tear in it. It literally looked like someone took it to a kindergarten; literally puckered up and sown. When I asked to see the manager or owner, I was told to come back. When I did, they’d already ripped out their attempted repair and said I didn’t owe them anything. So… On one hand I wasn’t financially injured but it adds fodder to the endless stories of dry-cleaners. Bottom line… go to Brass Hanger in PTC.