For today’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt from Linda G. Hill, we are asked to use “iron,” “irony,” or both. Iron is easy. Irony is harder.
It’s been six and a half years since I retired. And it’s been six and a half years since I last used an iron. My wardrobe is comprised mostly of jeans, t-shirts, and sweatshirts, none of which requires ironing. And on those occasions when I don casual sports shirts, they are “wrinkle-free,” which to me means that they don’t have to be ironed.
Irony is a tricky concept. It refers to the difference between expectations and reality. Like when an outcome of events is contrary to what was, or might have been, expected.
Just last week, I was doing some spring cleaning and I came across our old iron in a cabinet in our laundry room. I took it out, examined it, and noticed that there was a crack in the water reservoir for the steam ironing function. So, since we never use it and it it had a cracked reservoir, I put it out with the trash.
Yesterday, my wife asked me where our iron was. I told her I threw it out. She was pissed because she was planning to visit a friend and the blouse she wanted to wear needed to be ironed. So she made me run out to Target to buy a new iron.
Now that is irony.