The dry-cleaners haven’t been doing such a hotshot job on Khan’s shirts lately.
He wears French cuffs and the grime from his desk or something he’s rubbing up against, is making his white creases, kind of gray. So me and my skipping-a-gear-brain decided that ‘I can do better’.
I used a stain-getter-outer recipe from Pinterest, soaked the damnable cuffs in it, washed them three times, then starched, and ironed.
The dry-cleaners charge 2.20 a shirt. I believe after all that work I just did, my price just shot up to 22.00 a shirt. The way I see it, we’re saving 19.80 a shirt if I take them back to the dry-cleaners. Why, that’s around the price of a fancy roast.
Guess what we’re eating tonight.
I’m sure that Khan will point out that we didn’t ‘actually’ save any money with my creative accounting. I’m equally sure that I will point out that a house frau isn’t exactly the ‘type’ he wanted to marry.