“That’s just it.” Barbara’s frown deepened. “I don’t know much about anything but cooking, housework, and laundry.”
“Home laundry?”
“No, steam laundry. I know you’ll think I was silly, but just out of high-school I went into a laundry to work. I’ve never done anything else.”
“You liked it, of course, or you wouldn’t have stayed.”
“Yes, I like the nice, clean smell of the shiny white sheets and pillow cases, and the cozy, warm feeling of everything. I like to run the sheets through the mangle, fold them just right, then run them through again. I like to stack them up, just right, in clean white piles.
“Oh, I guess I’m hopeless,” Barbara sighed. “Just an old hag of a laundry worker. What can the WAVES do with a creature like that?”
“You’ll be just wonderful!” her companion beamed.
“Won-wonderful!” Barbara stared.
“Sure! They’ll make a parachute rigger out of you.”
“Parachute rigger? What’s that?”