Smells Like Teen Spirit

I work at a dry cleaning shop. A lady comes in and puts a bed cover on the counter of the register. I check out the item, unfolding it with my bare hands, to see if there is any damage or special stains on it, and I ask the customer if there is anything specific I should know about it.

I can’t find anything, and the lady tells me that there isn’t, so I just register it in the computer and take the bed cover in my arms to take it to the back of the store where the machines are. She then tells me:

Customer: ”Oh, yeah, I forgot to tell you. Be careful; it’s full of ‘teen,’ if you know what I mean.”