• I woke up late again this Sunday. The consequence? My sisters get to pick what house hold chore they want and the not-so-easy stuff goes to me. Fortunately, I get to do the easiest chore this day, ironing the clothes. Rusty here, our iron, will help me.

    Now back to my ironing. That’s odd. 30 minutes had passed and the iron is still very cold. Something wrong Rusty? Better check this old tin. Uh-oh! That’s why; the plug’s a bit loose. I better get the screw driver and fix you up. There, it’s a bit hot now.

    First I’ll iron mom’s uniform then…uh-oh. Now, Rusty’s starting to stick to the uniform. The clothe might burn. My mom’s gonna kill me! I must have placed the heat level too high. I better lower it to cool it down a little.

    And, to check if it’s safe to iron again I’ll iron one of my shirts. You see, I nicknamed it Rusty since this iron has served us for years and now it’s really old and a bit rusty but still is in good shape. It has a few glitches tough. Aahhhhhhh!… You evil little iron! Rusty burned a hole right through my shirt. You know what; you’re starting to get into my nerves! You want war?! I’ll give you war.

    Bet you can’t beat this. Tada! My secret weapon, the super handy tooth paste. All I have to do is unplug this thing, place toothpaste on an old cloth, rub the iron against it to take the burnt cloth, and then wipe the iron clean. There, Ha-ha! Beat that, Rusty.

    Now I can iron in peace. Hey, who could blame you? You’re really old. There are new types of iron in the market today that uses steam to take the wrinkles of the shirt in a jiffy. They’re safer, smaller, and easier to manipulate. Boom, Bang, Bang. Ahhh! It sparked and gave a loud bang! Wait. I have to unplug it before it blows and burns the house down. You mean little rascal. Now, how am I suppose to iron these clothes? Alright I admit my defeat.

    So much for ironing in peace. Why can’t mom buy a new iron?