Me: Of course I did. If I'm going to iron, I'm going to iron everything.
Him: You didn't iron my t-shirts.
Me: No. Really? T-shirts?
Him: You said you iron everything.
Me: Everything people can see. No one sees your t-shirts.
Him: That's what you think.
Me: Well, everyone that does see them is going to just crumple them up in a ball and throw them on the floor anyway.
Him: All the more reason to have them ironed.
Me: Maybe you could work that into your fee structure.
Me: $1 a ride and ironing. That's a fair charge, wouldn't you say?
Him: Honey, the only person I pay for sex is you.
Me: Game, set, match.