OK. I need to get this off my chest.
My cousin, who happens to live downstairs from me, Convenient, you say, Yes.
Anywho, last night around 7ish. She calls me and asks to borrow my Iron tomorrow a.m. She states that she went to use hers, and it wouldn’t work. Fine, I say that she must use it tonight rather, because she and I leave at around the same time, and I wake up 45 minutes before I have to be on the bus to work, and get dress (figure out what to wear) oh, say 15 before I have to leave the house. Yes, I am VERY low-maintenance. Wait, not to mention that its all because I MUST watch the weather before I do anything. So it’s like this, wake up, brush my teeth, wash face, jump in shower if haven’t done the night before and find GMA.
So I tell her to come get the iron early so It wont ruin my GMA schedule in the morning. Well, so it wont ruin my rushing schedule.....
So she comes to get it and about 11:13ish I call her to have her bring it up, since I am going to bed early tonight (yes, 11 is early for me) So I go down, and she’s holding it up, and I’m noticing what looks like black tar on the bottom of it. I am cringing, well no practically dying inside, and I am sure this is visible on my face. I have little patience for things like this. Not because I am a stickler for irons or anything, but I have little to NO patience for adults who do things that should be avoided, like iron something and it almost catches on fire. Here’s what’s said...
B (me of course): Honey, what happened?
D(cousin): Um, girl, this iron burned a hole through my pants. My iron doesn’t get that hot....
(am thinking, no your iron, doesn’t get ANY hot)
B(me of course): honey, well 1. It’s on 7, I have worn linen every day to work last week, what were you ironing (sorry, I have no sympathy for the pants)
D(cousin): Polyester or something, you want to see them
(as I try to peel the black TAR off the bottom. There is a thick black layer on one side)
B(me of course): Of course, honey polyester. The setting was too high, I hope this doesn’t come off on my clothing
D(cousin): oh it didn’t come off on anything I ironed
(I’m still staring at the bottom of this thing)
B(me of course): I guess I’m not wearing white next week, thanks good night......