Friday, before heading out to see West Side Story, I did something I almost never do. I ironed a shirt. See that pile of shirts behind the iron? Laying there since they came out of the dryer, just waiting for their chance to be pressed and worn. They'll be waiting awhile. Conservatively, they've already been laying there waiting for at least six months.
Call me lazy, but when the choice of what to wear is between a shirt I'd have to iron first or selecting from my numerous other shirts that do not require ironing, is it really that surprising that the latter always wins?
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