So I had a very boring weekend, which was actually kind of nice and needed. I did, however, purchase an iron. Now, if you have ever lived in India you are probably thinking that is a silly purchase. There are people in pretty much every neighborhood that do ironing, you pay maybe 25 cents per shirt. And dry cleaning is crazy cheap: 3 pairs of pants and 2 skirts for $3.50. But I still wanted an iron because I always forget to get my shirts ironed and look very wrinkly. So...I went to this little store to buy one. It is so funny purchasing things because most anywhere I go someone immediately comes up to help me...or they completely ignore me. There is no happy medium. One particular store around the corner from my office the woman is always on the phone - always - so we don't go there because I think that is pretty rude. But then at my coffee shop they will start making my order ahead of other people in line when they see me. I like that coffee shop.
At the little iron store, they helped me right away and showed me the swankiest iron I've ever seen. It is also very common for people to start high end and I have to work my way down. I found one that looks good for me and bought it.
When I got home I opened up the ironing board (I had a board but not an iron, one of the strange left-overs from the person before me) and I cracked up. See, people in India are, as far as I can tell, on average shorter than the average American. I'm not sure about the statistics but I can see that people are definitely smaller. So I open up the ironing board and the highest level of the board is just ironing height for me; I could probably use it an inch or two higher actually. I had thought that I might have some problems with length of clothes I might want to buy, but it never occurred that ironing could be tricky. Oh well, I'm sure my maid will do the ironing for me...and she will likely put it on the lowest level anyway since she is rather tiny so it works for her.
I wonder what the actual averages are. I don't mind being taller than most people, I think that even if I was 5 feet tall I would stick out so really a few inches extra is no big deal...I wonder what it would be like for my brothers though. Over 6 feet might be a few tight squeezes.
About Me
- Alison
- Hi, Alison here. I lived in New Delhi from July 2008 until March 2010 and this blog is about my experiences there; the good, the bad, the interesting; as well as about the travels I did within India.
1 comment:
Alison,
Let's just say that when I was in China, I really stood out. I didn't realize it until I saw some pictures of me with the tallest person I met there, and he was a good 3 inches shorter. Come to think of it, the tallest people that I met were the presidents of these universities. The party members were usually short.
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