One day this week, my phone rang at work.
ME: Hello?
MOM: Polt, it's me. Do you want your ironing board?
ME: Um..........I HAVE an ironing board?
MOM: Yeah, it's in your basement, I moved it when we were moving everything for the plumbers, and it's not heavy, and grandma's is too heavy for her, so I thought we could exchange them, maybe?
ME: Um, well since I didn't know I even had an ironing board, I'd say she could just take it.
MOM: But then you wouldn't have an ironing board, if you don't get hers.
ME: I didn't even know I had the one I have now, surely I'm not going to miss it.
MOM: Well, we'll just exchange them later in the week. That way everyone's happy.
ME: Yeah, I'd be so distressed if I didn't have an ironing board.
Seriously, why would need an ironing board, of any weight, if I hadn't used the one I have no in...well forever maybe?
POLT
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Do you have an iron?
Coincidentally, the day after this phone call, I was in the closet looking for...something, and noticed the iron sitting up on one of the shelves. So yeah, I do have one. BUt obviously, I don't need that one either.
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Cute story : ).
I don't think Harry has used the ironing board in years.
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