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.

Iron

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

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.