After stuffing my bag with clothes, toiletries, and books, the dress shirt I planned to wear to a wedding was wrinkled. I did not expect it to be un-wrinkled since I packed it wrinkled, but it was more wrinkled than before being in my bag. I figured when I arrived I'd find a laudramat / dry cleaner to press it.
When we got to Kelly's place I was impressed by the amenities awaiting us. Trail mix, peanut butter stuffed pretzels (No peanut allergy), plates, bowls, dishes, utensils, filtered water, cold beer left over from previous guests in the fridge...the list is long. The apartment gets good light in the morning, bathroom is new, floors are wood, there are plants - succulents, specifically - and the entire space is clean.
Anyhow, because I was so impressed with the apartment's state and Kelly's fast responses to questions via text, after looking around and not finding one, I asked if she had an iron:
"Just got to your spot Kelly. It looks awesome; thank you. You don't happen to have an iron here, do you?"
"I don't I have one at my house!"
"All good; not a problem, haha. I'll go to a laundromat round the way."
"I can drop it off tomorrow. Will that work?"
She brought me an iron; stay at Kelly's.