One of my favorite movie quotes is from the flick«Christmas Story» when Ralphie is talking about his dad. It goes like this… «He worked in profanity the way other artists might work in oils or clay. It was his true medium; a master.» So what does a quote about profanity have to do with my dry cleaners? Well, because there is only one thing that makes me curse like a drunken sailor… when you’re getting dressed in the morning only to discover that your cleaners busted off a button on your shirt. This sends me into a cursing tirade like nothing else. So I have fairly low standards for dry cleaners. Don’t lose, break, crack or otherwise screw with the buttons on my shirts. Top Value is pretty good about that, so they get my business. Nothing else really sets them apart otherwise. They are nice folks, have a drive through lane(so my wife or I don’t have to get out of the minivan with the kids). They also gave us a little bag with our name on it to put my stinky clothes into. That’s kinda nice.