The Futility of Ironing
It's like trying to tame a wild beast, but with more wrinkles.
In a world full of smooth surfaces and wrinkle-free dreams, ironing stands as a constant reminder of our existential futility.
Is it really worth the effort? The steam, the heat, the occasional burned shirt?
Perhaps it's just a futile attempt to impose order on a chaotic universe.
But hey, someone's gotta do it.