Amy is the quintessential corner dry cleaner lady. She is the eyes and ears of our little corner of the Castro. You may think her shop-o-shirts is unassuming, but she knows everything & everyone, don't be fooled! She's the one who told me the real scoop on Marchese Pasquale, the man who died in our apartment two Christmas Eves ago. She was there when the man on our street got held up at gunpoint (sorry mom, pretend you didn't read that!), and she knows when anything is awry. Amy (my roommate) and I tend to lock ourselves out quite often, so we finally got the brilliant idea to give Amy (dry cleaner) a key. (This saved me just last week) She receives everyone's packages from UPS when we are not home, she makes sure the landlord's mother gets her laundry done, she knows everyone's name...She is like a dry cleaner version of Cheers. Everyone loves Amy. My friend and neighbor Bryan once said, "She's magic, because if you have a laundry problem, she makes you think it's very difficult to fix, like she might not be able to do it... and you worry..." He laughs, "Then, you go to pick it up, and it's perfect, and she just smiles..."