Don't Smile At Me

I don't like it when strangers look at me and smile.  It always makes me think that there is something funny about me, but not in the good funny way...like the booger-hanging-out kinda funny.  After taking a very careful assessment of myself, I found nothing worth smiling about.  Something that makes me smile about is the shirt I'm wearing today.  It's not ridiculous or anything, it's just yellow.  I like wearing my yellow shirt for some reason.  What I don't like is ironing the yellow shirt because it has some seam problems like on the front where the buttons are.  Whenever it comes out of the wash, the seam is all crinkly and it's really hard to get it straight long enough to put the iron down on it.  Because of this, I have to try and hold the seam down and move my fingers away like a milisecond before the iron gets there...which is how I get burned mostly.  I don't think I am going to wash my work shirts anymore now that I think about it.  The only part that gets wrinkled day-to-day is the part that gets tucked in and the next time I wear the shirt I'm just going to tuck it in again anyways.  It's not like I work in the mud or something so the shirt should stay clean, barring a catastrophic lunch accident.  Screw ironing.