The maid destroyed my shirt. I really liked that one. I thought it was a good color. Now, not so much. Can't really wear that. It doesn't match like it used to. You'll all need to let me know if you see Mother Theresa's face in it. Maybe Jesus? A prophetic shirt. Oh well. The thing that frustrates me is that Srini told me it was my fault for not giving the maid our laundry already separated. American philsophy says: she is doing my laundry as her job, she needs to do it correctly; otherwise, she is not doing her job and should not be paid for it. American philosophy is kind of harsh. But, then again, you should see what she's done to Gina's $50 white Gap pants.
bummer
I can see Juan Valdez on your shirt, but would hate to see the Gap pants ~ are they pink now?
drink much coffee?
The pants have a matching off-black tie-dye motif. It has largely concentrated around the upper part of her pants. She's really upset by this. She brought all of her nice clothes to India (duh) and they're all in the same slow sprial to destruction. Lucky for me most of my clothes are from Salvation Army. : )
Well, this is how we learn lessons, no?
I know what I think Gina's lesson should be, but I'll leave that to her ;-)
Yes, but the problem is I don't feel like I've learned one. I've just lost a pink shirt.
As for Gina, she's learned quite a bit about packing for India. 1. Remember towel. 2. Remember sheets. 3. Don't bring clothes that you're not comfortable leaving/ruining. 4. Don't pack Ann Taylor suit. 5. Don't bother with tank tops. 6. Don't bother with shorts. 7. Don't bother with anything that is not ridiculously modest. She's had a rougher time that the rest of us. She really had no way to prepare and no clue what to expect. I at least had Mendon's time in Gambia to learn some of my lessons and Srini's advice to fill in for the rest.