Mood: Happy, in spite of it all
Listening to: Alien Vs. Predator
When my mother in law came to visit me last month, she
brought me a sari. I was super excited because I only have 2, which I have worn
many times, and can also drape my own saris now. My housekeeper Indira recommended a tailor in
our neighborhood, so we brought the fabric to have it sewn. Tailors here are
typically men, even for the ladies.
When we walked in, the tailor was not very busy. He did
however, give my mother in law a hard time and told her he only spoke Kannada
(the local language in Karnataka, Bangalore’s state). He then refused to
measure me to make sure the blouse he was going to sew would fit right. Tell me
this – what kind of tailor doesn’t measure someone? My mother in law measured me and read it off
to him and he took notes. We also left a fitting blouse with him to assure he
got the right idea. He told us it would be a solid month before the blouse was
done. We both kind of shrugged because the sari really wasn’t a rush job.
1 month later, I took my husband to pick up the sari. For
some reason, his shop was closed that day, so we went home. I returned the next
day to find some boys tending shop. They told me the blouse wasn’t ready yet.
When I questioned them, they told me the tailor was out and it would be best
for me to come back the next morning. I
agreed rather unhappily. The next day, I returned to find the tailor in the
shop. He told me unfortunately the blouse wasn’t done. Since this was the third
time I had tried to pick it up, I gave him a bit of a hard time about it not
being done. He assured me that the next morning it would be done if I came by.
After asking him 3 more times if he was sure it would be done in the morning, I
left. My husband and I stopped by the
next day on the way to my sister in law’s house to be told there was some
problem. Could we wait a half hour? No we could not. My husband told him if it
wasn’t done on Monday, we wouldn’t pay for it.
I finally got back there this afternoon and it was done. Cue the Hallelujah chorus.
I probably won’t go back to him again. After all, how will I
measure myself? I also found it was funny that he spoke both Hindi and Telugu
(the language of Andhra Pradesh where my husband is from) along with English
just fine. He was just being a prick the other day. Ugh. I’ll find my own
tailor, thanks.
In other news, the G family is headed down to do an oogling
touristy trip to Sri Lanka. It is our big trip for the year and I am super
stoked about it. Hopefully, since there seems to be some interest in my writing
(!!!) I will be able to keep up with the blogging while on the move.
