I cannot tell the difference between 2 or 3 in Dutch. Not a chance. No matter how hard I listened, or how certain I was that it was one or the other, I was always wrong. I learned to just give the cashier 3 bills and if I got change, cool. I’m not sure what it was, the accent, the similarities/differences between English and Dutch, but it was so confusing.

Anyway, I don’t think I bought my towel at Kirpalani’s (Super Mega Ultra Department Store); I’m pretty sure it was just some corner convenience store. But when I returned with a towel and I hadn’t been raped and killed, or killed and raped, or both; I was the talk amongst the other volunteers. They were so impressed. For me it was just a matter of getting it done. I think they were all just really nervous about not speaking a single word of the language(s), and feeling like scared little rabbits in a strange place. Psh! Ain’t no thang. I wonder if growing up and wandering around the SCARY parts of Houston, at night, by myself, at the age of 8 made me not feel weird about doing that sort of thing. I wasn’t all that impressive. It was just a towel. Only cost me $3,000. Or was it $2,000? Crap. Stupid Twee/Dree.