I am back at teh laundry, due to a perfect storm of lazy shirt presser and wonky shirt pressing machine, I am doing touch-ups all day (which is miles better than being shirt presser).
Dear People Whose Shirts I wash,
I understand you you like your cologne. So does the person you're dating/married to/whatever. Hell, even I like it. BUT when my co-worker runs your shirt thru the press and I find I am getting dizzy from the scent wafting out, You Are Wearing Far Too Much Scent. Also teh flashbacks to high school are starting to get disturbing (what is it about Polo??).
Please, cut back. Less is more. I promise. Ralph Lauren will find a new way to make money.
If you do not, I am calling the EPA.
Sincerely,
Bramblerose
(the girl who makes your shirts oh-so-perfect)
Dear People Whose Shirts I wash,
I understand you you like your cologne. So does the person you're dating/married to/whatever. Hell, even I like it. BUT when my co-worker runs your shirt thru the press and I find I am getting dizzy from the scent wafting out, You Are Wearing Far Too Much Scent. Also teh flashbacks to high school are starting to get disturbing (what is it about Polo??).
Please, cut back. Less is more. I promise. Ralph Lauren will find a new way to make money.
If you do not, I am calling the EPA.
Sincerely,
Bramblerose
(the girl who makes your shirts oh-so-perfect)
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