Trust the local way

After the previous bad story, I thought i’d share something more light hearted.

We’ve been staying at fully furnished rental apartments, which has been working out great for us.  Having a washer is a very convenient thing when you are traveling.  To be able to do laundry on the road is like… heaven. 

We soon realized in our 2^nd floor apartment we had a washer but no dryer.  After having walked around Lisbon for a bit, we noticed people hang their clothes, sheets, you name it, right outside their front window.   So one day, eug was nice enough to do our laundry.  When he opened our front window and started hanging our clothes I heard him saying ‘this is so GHETTO’.  Turned out he was complaining about the ghetto clothes hanging clips on the railing which he thought wouldn’t hold.

That evening I thought I’d check on our clothes outside.  It happened to be a particularly windy night.  I opened the window and saw three shirts.  I was like eug, how many shirts did you hang?  I only see three.  He’s like ‘what?!’.   We then looked down on the street and his green beer chang shirt was lying on the curb!  He ran downstairs to pick it up and found the rest of our clothes along the street, and one of my t-shirts was hanging on our 1^st floor neighbour’s window which he had to jump up to grab.  I guess he decided to not use any ghetto clips at all!

Sometimes maybe the ghetto way just works.  Trust it once in awhile.