I’m a good shirt folder. There, I said it.
I like to fold the shirts—t-shirts in particular—after doing the laundry.
If a customer tries on a shirt in a store, or unfolds it to get a better look at it or to judge how extra large the extra large is, and they just throw it back on the table or display, I’ll refold it. (I understand my sister does this, too.)
I’ve done this occasionally in the Planet Fitness men’s locker room, when I’ve taken off a shirt to put in the locker while I work out.
I’ll admit that, at times, I’ve been self-conscious while folding one, especially if a bunch of macho dudes (watching “the big game” on the locker room TV) are are just hanging theirs up on the hook in the locker or—worst yet—just balling it up and throwing it in there.
Well, imagine my surprise today when a gentleman had an iron in the locker room, and I don’t mean a travel iron, but a full-fledged steam iron:
He was using the wide shelf in front of a mirror as his ironing board, ironing a nice green-and-white-striped polo shirt.
And he didn’t even appear to be on my team; although, as we all know, it’s impossible to tell by just looking.