May 26th 2018
Today I ironed a hole in my golf trousers, because I am a sad excuse for an adult human male. Naturally, I started ironing the trousers all of fifteen minutes before I had to leave for golf and, naturally, I put the iron on too hot and burned a hole right through them.
I am not very domesticated.
They were the only clean pair of golf trousers I had available, so I had no choice but to wear them to the golf course with a gaping hole just below my knee.
It wasn’t one of my proudest moments. And now I’m down one pair of golf trousers, and pretty annoyed.
I just didn’t think to check how hot the iron was. It’s just an iron. I forgot it’s not one heat fits all.
Until tomorrow, it was just a very me thing to do.