I love ironing. Most weekends of my childhood I would watch tv with my father (Western shows, sports) while he cleaned his guns and I ironed his uniforms. I still find it very soothing, although with eight children, we generally avoid clothes that need ironing!
In no way am I putting down ironing.
I personally don’t like to do it if somebody else can do it. And yes, none, and I mean none, of my clothes need to be ironed. I purposely buy them that way. But for some reason, my lady worker feels they need ironing. I have often thought she does not have enough to do, so this is one way to give the appearance of being busy.
What can I say. Like everybody else, she also needs a job.