
Originally Posted by
bikeless in WI
As in "Iron my shirts?" "Nein!" I presume. That'd be my answer, if I knew German. The one job I ever got fired from was ironing shirts. I wanted a gardening job, but the job office folks said no, that was boys' work an if I didn't know how to iron shirts yet at 16 how would I manage when I got married. Can you believe it?!
it was one of our "jobs" when we were growing up and I remember getting in constant trouble with my mom coz I wouldn't iron it the way SHE wanted it done. To this day, I won't iron anything if I can possibly avoid it!
Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, champagne in one hand, strawberries in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming: "Yeah Baby! What a Ride!"