I’ve walked past this storefront countless times in the past two years, but it wasn’t until about a week ago that I got the joke. The major street that runs through my neighbourhood is called “Chemin Queen-Marie.” The laundry place is called “Nettoyeur Clean-Marie.”
These people are now my heroes. This is the greatest thing I’ve heard since my mother defined the olympic luge as “when you don’t winge.”
Hey. Just stumbled upon ur blog and had to post. Since im the owners daughter and really had to know who u r. U should pass by n say hi and claim urself lol. Happy to hear that we r “ur new heroes” lol
Actually, I do have some laundry to drop off tomorrow. :)