The company from which I entrust my clothing for dry cleaning is remarkably forward-thinking in its approach towards marketing and technology. I found them through a Groupon promotion. They send me regular, but not annoying-often, emails and postcards with decent discounts. They offer free pickup and delivery, and one can access one’s account through their website.

Recently, I got an email announcing their new smartphone app, through which you can track your order, schedule pickups, and contact the company.

Not bad for this backwards little berg. Good on you, tech-savvy Shah brothers (established 1987)!

In somewhat related news, dig a past post from the unreally awesome Mimi Smartypants:

America would be a better place if everyone dressed and acted like Prince. (The Purple One. The Artist. Whatever.) … It would add so much to the day if you went to the dry cleaner and said, “Can you do something about this stain on my raspberry beret? I think it’s salad dressing, don’t ask me how it got there,” and your dry cleaning lady and her friend were dancing all lesbotronically and playing single notes on a Casio keyboard.

In very less-related news, dig the stupidest sunburn ever:

Apparently Our Miss Hambox is too busy to swipe the sunscreen under her strap.

Update: now it’s the stupidest suntan ever