garlic pants

I had my Carleton interview today, and for once, it went really really well. Even if I don't end up going there, even if I don't get in, it will be nice to know that I made it through one college interview without making a complete ass of myself. The only slightly bad thing was the smell my pants let off. So, my mum gave our ironing board away to my brother, and needing to iron my khakis, I ended up using the pull out cutting boards in the kitchen covered with dishtowels as an ironing board. It worked all right until I smelled garlic. Apparently the last thing that cutting board was used for was garlic, the smell of which my pants absorbed. So I smelled like I was trying to fend off a vampire or something. I wonder how my interviewer felt about that...