for some unknown reason, guy took the iron to work and left it there. the day is today, and i'm getting ready for an interview. there is only one outfit that will be acceptable for the "all-american, no style" company i'm about to interview with. i pull it out of the hamper, as every piece of the three piece outfit, is dirty. and wrinkled to hell.
i call guy. where is the iron.
FUCK!
i stand there, in the space between the bathroom and the bedroom and my mind is going. it's going and going and saying, What do i need here? I need a hot, flat, piece of metal.
A SKILLET.
i think it might be the smartest thing i do all year.
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