Our ironing board fell on my head this morning. Don’t worry, the ironing board is fine, though I’ve spent most of the day a bit wobbly on my feet as a result of the blow to my cranium.
As I usually do in such situations, I looked on the event as a teachable moment. You can either get mad over a matter like this or just laugh it off.
I recommend getting mad. Profanity helps, preferably in a loud voice. It also pays to hit the ironing board as that will teach it a lesson.
Next comes the search for a culprit – there must be a culprit – someone who left the ironing board in such a precarious state as to easily fall on my head when I was looking the other way.
But it’s amazing, in a four-person household, how no one has touched the ironing board in weeks, in spite of the fact that people leave the house in the morning dressed in very neat clothes that have obviously been pressed by a hot iron. I know for certain that I am not the culprit as the ironing board and I are practically strangers. I used it once to flatten out a pair of dress socks about 30 years ago but concluded the effort was not worth the reward and gave up the practice. Besides, I never leave the house, neat or otherwise.
I will get to the bottom of this, never resting till it’s all been smoothed over and not a wrinkle is left to worry me. I fully intend to press the issue and if I get a little hot under the collar, so be it.
Because if I don’t find the answer to this latest unexpected object to smash me on the noggin, these sorts of incidents will probably in-crease.
©2012 Jim Hagarty
