09-11-2020, 01:24 AM
It seems one or two of you are quite impressed at my wife's imagination and like how she sets me up to be humiliated in public.  Perhaps this is another example of her meanness (to me).Â
In the days before the pandemic, my wife would send me out to the launderette with an entire week's worth of my uniforms. I would then have to do a full wash and dry and fold each item properly before I could escape back home to safety. Not too bad, I hear you say? Well, she would lock me into a tabard and PVC pinny (over my "normal" clothes) and I would have to wear rubber surgical and washing up gloves too. None of these items could be removed as she would cable tie them in place.
I would then have to spend around a couple of hours dressed like this while waiting for the wash and dry cycles to complete and then as quickly as I could with cumbersome double gloved hands, fold up my overalls and aprons before I could leave.
The service wash lady, well young girl really, was obviously intrigued by me and I would glow bright red wondering what she was thinking. To make matters worse, I would have to engage in conversation with her as my wife would only give me a twenty pound note and I would have to get change. To begin, the girl didn't say anything but after a while, and repeated visits from me, she did ask about my appearance. I had to come out with the most convoluted bullshit and to this day I am certain she didn't believe a single word of it.
My wife made life worse further still by always making me wear a different tabard and apron, another thing that the service was girl remarked on, as she did by observing what I was washing. "Gosh, you do have a lot of overalls and aprons, don't you?"
I have that joy to look forward to once things go back to how they were pre-pandemic and I am already sweating buckets. Â
Anyone still jealous of my predicament?
In the days before the pandemic, my wife would send me out to the launderette with an entire week's worth of my uniforms. I would then have to do a full wash and dry and fold each item properly before I could escape back home to safety. Not too bad, I hear you say? Well, she would lock me into a tabard and PVC pinny (over my "normal" clothes) and I would have to wear rubber surgical and washing up gloves too. None of these items could be removed as she would cable tie them in place.
I would then have to spend around a couple of hours dressed like this while waiting for the wash and dry cycles to complete and then as quickly as I could with cumbersome double gloved hands, fold up my overalls and aprons before I could leave.
The service wash lady, well young girl really, was obviously intrigued by me and I would glow bright red wondering what she was thinking. To make matters worse, I would have to engage in conversation with her as my wife would only give me a twenty pound note and I would have to get change. To begin, the girl didn't say anything but after a while, and repeated visits from me, she did ask about my appearance. I had to come out with the most convoluted bullshit and to this day I am certain she didn't believe a single word of it.
My wife made life worse further still by always making me wear a different tabard and apron, another thing that the service was girl remarked on, as she did by observing what I was washing. "Gosh, you do have a lot of overalls and aprons, don't you?"
I have that joy to look forward to once things go back to how they were pre-pandemic and I am already sweating buckets. Â

Anyone still jealous of my predicament?
Always in strict uniform