It always amused me how much stuff the average Polish woman (and it's always the woman) irons. "Do you all iron even the underwear?" I once quipped.

There is a certain sense behind it, I guess, if you worry about wrinkles in everything. When I first lived there, I didn't. And I didn't even have an iron if I wanted to smooth out my clothes. "We always laughed about how obvious it was you were a bachelor" one of my former students once confessed.

Ironing sheets, though? Yep.

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