…Struggling with the hotel ironing board, that is. I am ensconced in a hotel in Kansas City, prior to interviewing with a local software company, and I just spent a goodly amount of time attempting to close the ironing board on which I lately had ironed my spiffy-clothes for the morrow.
Now, I have closed plenty of ironing boards in my time; and by 'plenty' I mean 'the single ironing board we have always had, which apparently closes differently than most other ironing boards, particularly the one in my hotel room in Kansas City'. There were two little metal rods which clearly controlled the operation of the board, but for all my twiddling I couldn't figure how they did this.
Youtube, fortunately, held the answer.