Dear Mike

I’m so tired of you only looking for me in the mornings or when you have a party to go to. You only take me out when you want me to impress others. I hate that mostly you just ignore me.

I am not your maid. I’m so tired of ironing your pants and your shirts. You shout if I leave a crease as if I don’t do my best. The heat and pressure inside me is unbearable.

You owe me some respect. Don’t take my silence and or the fact that I blow out steam while I’m working to mean I am okay.

I’m done! Go iron out your own darn issues!

Sincerely

The Iron not to be confused with Ferrous sulfate which is also Iron. I’m Sunbeam Classic baby and I will continue to shine.

Did you think this post was about something else.? The irony! Lol!