My grandfather's shearling jacket has lost every one of its buttons, and there is no way that I'm going through the next couple of days without my heaviest coat, so I run downstairs to take it across the street to the laundry to see if they can sew the buttons back on, and maybe clean it.
I run into my downstairs neighbor on my way out and he's coming in. "I'm just getting this cleaned," I say for some reason, indicating the jacket. He smiles pleasantly, but it's clear he's wondering why I'm telling him.
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