Our dry cleaner is Born Again. He often wears hard-core Christian rock music tee-shirts that scream CRUCIFY!!!! or I KNOW WHAT JESUS WOULD DO!!!
Other than that, and the occasional "Is your husband still Jewish?", he is a damn good dry cleaner. So we hold our breath and deal.
Last week a giant pile of clothes appeared in my car, which I assumed was my husband's passive aggressive way of telling me he had no clean clothes to wear. So off to Nazareth they went.
"I don't think I have ever seen these clothes come through here before," Jesus Dry Cleaner remarked.
I picked them up today ($70!!) and laid all the plastic bags out on the bed.
DH came home and asked what all those clothes were doing, not only "clean" but "back."
Apparently, they were to be taken to Goodwill.
Ah, the magic of marital communication.
(In case you are wondering, there are no pictures of Jesus washing clothes to be found on the internet. I think that is the only thing I haven't been able to find.)