It all started innocently enough: a simple ironing board, a pressing need to smooth out some wrinkles, and a general air of confidence. But as the mountain of laundry grew, so too did the sense of despair.
Hours ticked by like dripping water as the steam continued to rise, but progress was slow. The fabric began to protest with every crease, every fold, every stubborn stain.
And then, it happened: the ironing board itself began to protest. The once-sturdy surface now cracked and groaned with each press, threatening to splinter into a million pieces at any moment.
And so, the ironing on the summit came to an end. The mountain of laundry was never tamed, the fabric remained forever rumpled, and the ironing board was retired to the land of broken dreams.
But the story doesn't end there. For in the depths of the landfills, a new hero emerged: the folding board, a behemoth of efficiency and order, waiting patiently in the wings for its moment to shine.
Will it be enough to tame the beast that is the laundry mountain? Only time will tell, but for now, the fate of the world hangs in the balance.
Laundry Mountain, the next chapter in this epic tale of ironing and woe.
The Ironing Boards of Yore, a look back at the storied past of the ironing world.