Ironing can be a fun activity…if there is something wrong with you. There is probably something wrong with everybody, but if you enjoy ironing then you either have no friends or you’re a prison inmate trying to avoid unwanted lovers by working in the laundry facility.
When I’m done ironing, the shirt that started off having just a few wrinkles ends up looking like a Shar Pei. I’ve used starch before, and found some success with the steam button. But usually one trip in my car brings all my wrinkles back. It’s like my car knows how to reveal my true nature. Why are wrinkles so hard to hide? If you have a food stain, you can just cover it with a pin, broach, or a button that says I’m Not On Drugs Today or something like that. What I really hate are those stores that sell clothes with the wrinkles already ingrained in the product. If I wear a wrinkled shirt at work, nobody’s gonna think I’m being stylish. They’re either gonna think I don’t know how to iron or that my version of a closet is keeping all my clothes scattered on the floor. I knew plenty of people that lived like that in college. They didn’t have a walk-in closet, they had a walk-on closet.