Mrs. T and I have a long standing double date on Friday nights. Sometimes a movie, this week was dinner.
I glanced across the restaurant and there was the father of a grade school classmate. A few seconds later it dawned on me I hadn't seen the man in some 40 years, and he was old then. The guy I was thinking of had probably been dead 25 years or more.
I was looking at my classmate.
I hadn't seen him in 40 years either. God, he was old. Turned into his father too.
II.
Someone did a post on the joys of cleaning her steam iron this week. Sadly, and I apologize, I couldn't for love nor money tell you whom, but my immediate reaction was you clean coffee makers the same way, so what. But the post stuck with me.
Somehow, that what we all hope our posts do.
I went to the cookie jar, grabbed another Madeleine, and was transported back a decade or more.
When we met, Mrs. T was addicted to television shopping. QVC, HSN, The Commercial Network, she was hooked on them all. She didn't shop much, but she did watch.
One day, she announced that thanks to her steady viewing she had found the iron of her dreams, and by gum she had ordered it. I didn't know her that well, and who was I to criticize. She wants it she should have it.
Curiosity finally overcame me and I had to ask. Guys, never ask. You don't want to know. Pray, I asked what's so special about this iron?
This iron is guaranteed to reduce ironing time by 20%.
I posit the iron has reduced ironing time 100%. After 3 moves, it still lies safe and secure in the box it arrived in. The things to be ironed basket is a proverbial black hole of laundry. I have shirts in there I haven't seen in 10 years. Mercifully, they no longer fit.
Before you get uppity, yes I can iron. I'm great on shirts, I simply prefer to send them to the cleaners. They use better starch.
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