September 14th, 2010

I've finally found a laundy

One of the things that I've always hated is ironing. Always have, always well. I can't iron either so as soon as I could afford it I started paying to get shirts cleaned.

Anyway a colleague took me to where she gets her stuff cleaned, and started negotiating a price. I hate haggling, but everything's negotiable here it seems. The cleaner wanted Y5 for washing, Y3 for ironing. My colleague thought that was too expensive and said "No no no Y8 for washing and drying," to which the cleaner said "Yes Y5 for washing Y3 for ironing."

This went on for 5 minutes with them back and forthing about the price. I could have stopped earlier but it was too much fun. It was only when the cleaner looked at me as if to say "White women are stupid" that I stepped and asked my colleague what you got when you added 5 and 3.