Haha, there was a time around 16-17yrs old where I would throw cash in a box and iron it once a week before it went back in my wallet, crisp and sharp corners, and I always made sure the bills were arranged so that when I opened my wallet the presidents were looking at me (heads toward the bottom of my wallet). I found the ironing quite calming. It was around this time that I was also into super starching my white dress shirts for work, I had to figure out the hard way how much to starch the sleeves where my skin was exposed as not to irritate it, I looked like David Byrne wearing the big suit in stop making sense, I’d take off my shirt and it would stand up on it’s own. Haha, thanks for bringing back memories from 3+ decades ago.
