It's the little chores that remind me most that I'm living overseas. A duo of talkative dry cleaning owners are pointing and commenting about several shirts in my pickup. I smile and say ok not knowing what I've just authorized, but they seem satisfied and tear the tag off and take my money. A joke is told where I feel I am part of the punch line but it's all in good humor.
I wait for the subway ride back to the apartment, dry cleaning in tow.
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