Well, I guess I claimed victory too soon. I went to the dry cleaners tonight and showed them the letter. They didn't have my shirt and the bitch behind the counter actually said to me, "Didn't you go home and find this in your closet?"



"No, but that's what you had hoped would happen. Why would they send this letter to me if they didn't find my shirt in their facility?"



I guess I broke my own rule in this instance: never assume intelligence, let me be surprised.



I get to go back tomorrow and find out what happened.