Or, perhaps, woman. I wouldn’t know exactly who was doing the ironing although I did find this quote by Erma Bombeck: “My second favorite household chore is ironing. My first being hitting my head on the top bunk bed until I faint.” I’m thinking someone up in the Bronx must have felt the same way.
Yesterday, as we were getting onto the highway to go back home after being at the nursing home, I looked out my window and saw an ironing board on the side of the highway. There wasn’t an iron and this entrance isn’t near anything else aside from the nursing home. So what I want to know is how did the ironing board get there. Did someone toss it out their car window? If they did, what the heck were they doing with an ironing board in their car in the first place? Who wanders around with an ironing board and then just chucks in alongside a highway?
I think the only explanation is that someone just got fed up with ironing and shot the ironing board out of a cannon. What? Too unrealistic?
And speaking of driving… What? I wasn’t talking about driving? Well yes I did. I mentioned how we were driving home. Anyway, today I was driving to pick up Theresa and I had to pass a railroad crossing where I normally make a left turn. (No, not onto the tracks so don’t be funny!) There’s a bit of a lineup of cars waiting for the same left turn. The guy in the car in front of me is on the tracks. Who the heck stops on railroad tracks??
