Ironing at the office

The last time I wore a dress was in 1972 when I worked for the welfare department in Barstow California. I hadn't done my laundry in a while and found the dress tucked away and slipped it on to make the 60 mile drive to work. Many of us lived in far-flung desert "ranches" with no electricity. We'd bring our un-ironed clothes in and iron at a board set up in the kitchen of our office in-between seeing clients. Too bad they didn't also have a washing machine. And maybe a dryer.