Today was laundry day. Finally. I've been in India more than a week and I needed to clean my clothes. There's no re-wearing outfits when it gets as hot as 45 degrees Celsius (I'm too afraid to translate that into Fahrenheit). I've been asking the warden for days now about how we do laundry and she told me that a guy will come by to pick it up. This evening, as I was attempting to sneak into the hostel past curfew (it was 9:09!), a man came forward to say that he was there for laundry pick up.
Now in the States when you have laundry picked up, they weigh your bag and tell you how much you owe. Not so in India. As I learned the hard way, they charge you by the number of items in the bag.
So three of us handed over our laundry bags to the guy and wrote down our names, room numbers and the number of items we wanted cleaned. Then, to our complete embarrassment, he proceeded to display the contents of our bags - underwear and all- on the floor right at the entrance door of the hostel in order to confirm the number of items each bag held.
Watching someone air your dirty laundry is pretty uncomfortable, but we suspect it was far more mortifying for the warden. She oversaw the whole debacle with a stern stare. Imagine having to watch the new girls in the hostel publicly hand over their undergarments to a man!
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