Lennie, who has spent most of his adult life wearing free T-shirts and flip flops, asks, "What's a stay?"
The clerk demonstrates how to remove the little plastic stick from the collar, holds it up to show Lennie, and says, "The stay keeps the collar nice and stiff. You just have to remove it before doing the laundry or ironing it."
And then, at the exact moment that the clerk says "laundry", both Lennie and the clerk look directly at me.
"Are you taking notes on this, woman?" While they didn't actually say it verbally, the intent was clear.
After my eyebrows settle back down onto my forehead, I am amused. "Well, that was sexist." Nervous laughter from the clerk ensues. Lennie smirks.
Later that evening: I am standing at an ironing board removing collar stays and ironing the shirt.
Pop Quiz Time
I ironed the shirt because:
a. It's part of my job as a Stay at Home Mom/Wife
a. It's part of my job as a Stay at Home Mom/Wife
b. I'm just better at it
c. I have Stockholm Syndrome
d. Please God, none of the above.
Here's the kicker: I'm hoping for (d), but I can't discount a through c.



10 comments:
Wow, that was sexist but funny. I don't iron. Ever. I have maybe twice in the past two years and it was for a wedding and a funeral. So sorry you're the ironer of the family...
I know WHAT they are, just didn't know that's what they were called! Hmph..learn something new every day. And yea..I fall into category 1 and 2 most often as well. No clue what Stockholm Syndrome is...gonna go google it. HA!
OK, this is very bad. I would think that plastic thing now known to me as a "stay" wouldn't actually stay at all after purchase. You know, just like the paper sleeve in tights or pantyhose - a la garbage?!! Can you say we live 'AU CASUALE". And I SHOULD have known this from my ex-husband, who wore suits to the god damn mall on the weekends - but then again, I wasn't ALLOWED to iron his stuff - he even flattened out and steamed his tightie whities. Tight ass.
Oh dear. I must not be a very good wife. H does all the ironing in this family ;)
Hah! I've got one for you. Last year my boyfriend's brother was helping Gerry (my boyfriend) move a washer and dryer into Gerry's new townhouse. After they brought the machines into the basement, Gerry's brother casually remarked, "Where does Tobi want these?" (We don't live together yet!)
I'm gonna go with B. It really is the best answer, and it allows for you to make them try so they can become as good as you.
Also, it works even better for me as a stay-at-home dad, because otherwise it makes for some uncomfortable self-reflection time.
I think the answer is B. :o)
I DO NOT iron. EVER.
If he wants it ironed he either can do it or pay the 99 cents for the place to wash and iron it.
I would ruin anything I attempted to iron
ha ha ha! Ironing is one of the things I didn't put on my SAHM resume. But I still got hired. Stupid sales clerk!
LOL
Perhaps you do it because you love your man. ;)
Great blog!
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