Sideways wrote:Greg, you seem like a man who knows his ironing
I admit it. I do know which end of an iron to plug in.
As a matter of fact I have singed my fair share of shirts, in my day,
usually in the early evening. And I have created creases where
no one had ever imagined creases could be created before I did it.
My memory of the ferric fun goes back to nonny, and her flatiron,
Which she heated on a wood-burning stove.
And how she threatened me with it if I didn't stop trying to get under her skirt.
And now, almost every night, I fall asleep with a tear in each eye
as I recall the glory that was once the great north-east ironing industry.
And my small contribution to it.
I speak with authority, Sue.
The Ironing profession is stiff with honor and starch.
Which I know must be a heavy burden for you to bear.
Which is why many ironers also "pump-iron" on their days off,
to stay in shape. Did you know that?
Ironing is honorable, Sue, so therefore my advice to you
is to leave all that less honorable hanky-panky - detecting
and lawyering - to those who just aren't up to the mettle of the hot-iron.
~greg