You know how everyone says: "Walang manloloko kung walang magpapaloko." Well, let me tell you this is BS. I don't believe in that. Until just recently...
Last December I hired a laundry woman as recommended by our landlady's helper. We discussed and agreed how the payment goes and the schedule of laundry pick-up and delivery. Everything was good for the first 2 weeks. The last batch of laundry I gave her was on December 24. Since it was the holidays, I was travelling to and from home that I could not follow up on the laundry. Anyway, I got back January 11 and when I was able to follow up on the laundry, she was not responding. I even asked help from the helper who recommended her. I was almost near tears, ready to pull my hair if I still don't hear from her. It has been raining for almost a week now so laundry here at the apartment will prove to be distasteful for me. The laundry woman had a sister that worked as a helper at the next door. So last Wednesday, I talked to her and asked if she can help me. She told me the work ethics of her sister were less than appealing. I imagined my laundry won't be coming back to me anymore. They were all pairs of pants and some towels. Imagine the horror of losing them. What made it worse was that, the better sister was planning to leave the household she's been serving by Monday. I thought who else is going to help me get my stuff. I pleaded with her to get my clothes for me, even if they were not washed yet. I'd be glad to wash them myself. She said she'd help me. And today, voila! My laundry in hostage is now released to me with a mere 100 bucks as ransom money. What a relief I got. Anyway, I'm not gonna trust the next laundrywoman that easily again. I've learned my lesson. I'll just have to trek my way to the nearest laundry shop hoisting my bags of laundry. This way I won't have to stress over my pants again. Whew.
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