Have you ever read any Raymond Chandler? I always enjoy his style and the way he can evoke a feeling with a clever turn of phrase. I've been reading some of his work lately, and decided to remix the "Tough Stains" blog post. I got a kick out of it, maybe you will too!
It was a typical Friday evening at the shop. The rain had been pouring down all day, the steam from the street was billowing across my storefront, and the only sound was the gentle hum of my trusty dryer coming from the back. I was just about to close up when a dame walked in, and I knew that my night was about to take a turn.
She was holding a white blouse that was stained with red wine, and the worry in her eyes told me that this was not just any stain. "Can you help me?" she asked, her voice trembling.
I knew right away that this was going to be a tough case. I took the blouse from her and studied the stain carefully. It was deep red, and it had already set into the fabric. But I knew that I had to do something. This was not just any blouse; this was her favorite blouse, and it meant everything to her.
I took the blouse to the back and gave it the works. It takes a special touch: thorough, but gentle. And always watching. Slowly the stain started to fade away. I kept a close eye on it, knowing that one wrong move could ruin everything. But I was a pro, and I knew how to handle these things.
Finally, the stain was gone. The blouse looked new again, and I was breathing a sigh of relief. I knew that the client would be pleased.
She came back later that night, and her eyes lit up when she saw the blouse. "You did it!" she exclaimed, and I couldn't help but feel a little swell of pride. I was a detective of sorts, solving crimes against fashion.
As she left the shop, I knew that I had done my job well. I had investigated the clues of fabrics and stains, and saved another victim from a fashion disaster. I tucked the bottles of cleaning solution beck into my desk drawer, took my matching fur felt fedora and overcoat off the hatrack, and stepped out into the night. It was a tough job, but it had its rewards.
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