<human>: So I was ironing a shirt I needed to be a part of a crew for a show tonight. I put the iron down on a plastic drawer thing I have for no more than five seconds as I smoothed out the shirt. I take it off and then notice the goo coming up. 

I panic and try to clean it. Its hard, some of it gets on my bed and now I'm in full panic mode. I also need to get to close in twenty minutes and I haven't showered.

So, in panic mode, I try to iron again...not noticing the goo on the bottom of the iron. It gets all over my shirt, my favorite, nicest looking shirt.

I curse out and freak out. I spend twenty minutes washing it off, no avail. Late for class. Double fuck. I clean the iron and try peeling it off, still ruined. 

In all of this, I miss another deadline. I needed to drop off some movies by 8 am or I have to replace them. So that's 75 dollars each for 4 movies. I was going right before class starts.

I eventually just take a shower in shame and let my shirt sit there with bits of plastic on it all solidified and deal with my fate. Yup.

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<bot>: Accidentally melted a part of a plastic bin, now have to pay for drycleaners and missed a bunch of deadlines...cause that's life.