I was at a loss. There was no iron in my room. My business shirts were all crushed from being in my bag, and I had no way to fix that. What the hell! Don't they iron their clothes over here? :(
The phone beside my bed has Chinese all over it, but a few words of English. One of them is "Laundry". I press it, intending to call for an iron. A young female voice answers in Chinese, I try to say in English "I need to iron my clothes, can I have an iron?" and she is silent for a moment, and says what sounds like "please wait" and hangs up.
A few minutes later my doorbell rings (I have a doorbell?). An attractive young Chinese lady is at the door dressed in a maids outfit (no, not that kind of maids outfit!). She bows deeply and smiles at me. I invite her in, indicate the creased shirts on my bed, and mime that I wish to iron them. She bows, smiles, opens the closet door and takes out a sheet of paper from a draw there.
On the paper is lots of Chinese, and a few words of English (seems to be the theme here). She points at the word "press" and says something. I get all excited, tell her yes yes, she smiles, bows, takes my shirts, turns, walks out, bows again, smiles again, and hurries off down the hall.
I hope my shirts come back. :(
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Monday, November 05, 2007
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