Oh, dry cleaning is the bane of my existence. Sadly, though, my Magic Pants are dry-clean only (they come from Banana Republic, are reasonably priced, perfect for work, and fit me exactly right of the rack, which NEVER happens — not even when I was sixteen and a cheerleader), so I do pay for that. Right now, there a dry cleaner in my town that doesn’t charge more for women’s pants, which is exactly as it should be.