Never Press The Lapels

Never Press the LapelsHanging wrong all winter had creased his summer sports coat so badly that one lapel flopped over all the way down to the middle button and looked like hell. He slipped into another coat, lifted the disabled garment onto his shoulder and started for the new cleaners/laundromat place on the corner. Distance alone differentiated one of these places from another--none was worth a damn--so he used the closest one. The new place was hot and steamy inside, machines slushing and sp...