Unders.

Despite being 29 years old and being what most would describe, a grown man, I do not do my own laundry.  I only do my own laundry when I am in America for a few weeks a year, and even then, a machine does my laundry.  In the Philippines, I drop my laundry off to a lady at a desk, eat my breakfast and go about my day and 2 days later, my clothes are clean, folded and ready to be soaked in sweat again.  Well, this week, the a lovely laundry ladies took a bit longer.  I have a very carefully rationed out clothes wearing plan- basically I run out of key clothing (underwear) at exactly the same day my laundry is due to come back.  This week I am in Cebu for a training.  I was going to take my clean laundry on Saturday- throw it in my bag and catch my flight.  Only my laundry wasn't ready.  So I did what any bachelor would do; I bought more underwear once I got to Cebu.  I went to the mall to have lunch and to meet my boss but in between said events I swung by a department store.  I hate shopping overseas for a variety of reasons. I hate the unknown brands, the unknown materials and the unknown prices requiring my to crunch the currency conversions.  So in my post-burger coma and overall culture shock coming from a disaster zone into a huge asian metropolitan, I settled on some new underoos.  Wierd name brand, weird material (bamboo fiber?) and a weird price.   What really blew my mind was the number of sales associates at my beck and call in the man underwear department.  I swear it was a 10:1 ratio.  1 being me.  Why does a man need such assistance in buying a fairly well known item.  I'm not getting fitted for a suit here.  It also didn't help that Filipinos are borderline aggressively friendly.  So I got the "can I help you" and the "hellos" from all 10 lady sales associates.  And why all ladies?  Were all the dudes? Probably assisting the women in their bra selections.  Philippines.  I'm just a visitor here, but now a bit more local with my local underwears.