I’ve been getting my domestication on! I’ve made a way out of no way, murdered bugs, parted a herd of sheep AND I did laundry in a bucket. Basically, I’m a Renaissance woman. I’m just sayin…
Last week, I hand washed my clothes. I’ve never done that before. I felt like a laundry hero. It was hard work. I had water all over the kitchen floor. LOL
I hung them on the line to dry outside of my apartment. I didn’t hang my unmentionables outside because that’s a taboo thing here. Maybe it’s a taboo thing everywhere. How would I know? There’s a staircase railing inside the apartment that I hung my “secret items” on. Clearly, doing it this way will ensure that no one will ever know that I wear panties and bras. Nope. It’ll all be a mystery.
Laundry service
I ran into my landlord’s son, Amin, in the garden two nights ago. He doesn’t speak English, but he had a friend with him who was able to translate. I asked when I should expect the washing machine that I was promised when I moved in. His friend explained that I’d have it next week. I think he really meant never. He also told me the landlord would wash my clothes. (Wait. I wrestled dirty clothes in a bucket last week for thirty minutes and now you are here offering onsite laundry services?)
Amin came by later to collect some clothes that needed washing. I was clueless about what he was trying to tell me about the clothes. He didn’t have his friend with him. We laughed and smiled until he left with my clothes in his bucket.
You’ve got clean laundry
A few nights later, I rang the landlord’s intercom buzzer. A male picked up the other end and we had a conversation.
Male: Yadda, yadda, yadda. (That’s what I heard.)
Me: Smeylea (It means sorry in Durija. I thought that it was good to say that because it was a bit late) Nikki lavage (Wash) merci (Thank you).
Male: Yadda, yadda, yadda, Neeekkeeeeee. (I love how people who aren’t American say my name. It sounds like fun.)
A few seconds later Amin appeared at the door smiling with the clothes his mom washed. We smiled. I asked him to marry me. He said, “Yes.” (That part didn’t happen.)
Hmmm… his mother willingly does my laundry and he doesn’t speak any English. Clean clothes and no arguments? Maybe I should see if he is single.
Open letter to my actual manfriend:
If you like it you better put a ring on it and your mama better step her game up. These clothes smell great!