Also, I used to think that one day I might get someone to iron my shirts, but the truth is I really like doing them myself.

In Sedaris’s typically dry, self-deprecating mode, the line undercuts a familiar fantasy of “making it”: that success will mean being spared petty chores by money or status. The twist—he actually enjoys ironing—suggests a temperament that finds comfort in small rituals and control in repetitive, domestic tasks. It also pokes at the idea that certain kinds of labor are inherently beneath us; what matters is not the prestige of the activity but the private satisfaction it can provide. The humor comes from the mismatch between the aspirational premise (hiring help) and the modest, oddly earnest conclusion (preferring to do it himself).