I went to a department store the other day and I bought some wrinkle free pants because I can’t iron. They were a little more expensive than the pants I normally buy but if they are indeed wrinkle free as promised, they will be well worth the added expense. When I was paying for my new pants I asked the pimpled faced kid at the register if the pants were indeed wrinkle free. He assured me in a sarcastic way that, “that’s what the label says”. So I told him that if I ever found one wrinkle in those pants I was going to come back to that store and strangle him with them.
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