A few weeks ago, our cleaning lady Ah Chuan
announced that she was taking annual leave.
“I’m
going to China to see my ancestral village!” she screamed at Amanda who didn’t
even look up from her magazine as she stuck up her hand with a thumbs up and
said, “You go, girl!”
She
later told us that she had no idea what Ah Chuan had said on account of the
fact that she was wearing her ear-plugs at the time.
“I
always wear ear-plugs when she comes to clean,” she told Sharyn. “It’s the only
way to get through the morning without going deaf!”
“Then
how you know what she say?” Sharyn asked.
Amanda
brightened. “Oh, my new iPhone 4S recorded it. Somehow, Siri managed to
translate what Ah Luan was yelling at me! I still don’t know how that
happened.”
Anyway,
the long and short of it is that the apartment I share with Saffy and Amanda
hasn’t been cleaned in two weeks. And it’s not looking or smelling pretty.
“I
swear something has died in the bathroom!” Saffy complained a few days ago as
she emerged in a cloud of steam.
“It’s
probably my virginity!” Barney Chen growled from the depths of the sofa where
he was idly flipping through the latest edition of Men’s Health.
Saffy
stared at Barney for a moment, her towel wrapped tightly around her suffocating
bosom. She opened her mouth to say something and then immediately shut it. “You
really never can tell with that boy,” she said to us later as she
half-heartedly patted a sofa cushion.
“What
are you doing?” Amanda asked.
Saffy
straightened up, a little out of breath. She looked surprised. “What does it
look like I’m doing? I’m dusting!”
“You’re
patting the cushion. All you’re doing is puffing the dust up in the air where
it’ll resettle onto the couch and on other surfaces!”
Saffy
bristled. “Excuse me, but who died and made you the housekeeper?”
From
experience, Amanda sidestepped the challenge and changed tracks. “The toilet is
just revolting! Jason, I do wish you’d aim properly. And put the toilet seat
down when you’re done!”
I
stiffened and told her that she should be directing her complaint at Bradley. “He’s the one who needs lessons in
aiming!”
Amanda
turned to Saffy who had the good grace to look embarrassed. “I’ve tried!” she said earnestly. “Really, I have.
But you know what new boyfriends can be like? It takes a long time to
house-train them! Look how long it took us with Jason!”
“Excuse
me!” I said icily.
“Listen,”
Amanda said urgently, “my parents did not send me to Harvard so that I could
clean up a guy’s pee off the toilet seat.”
“And not your boyfriend, some more!” Sharyn piped up. The comment earned her a filthy look from Saffy.
“And not your boyfriend, some more!” Sharyn piped up. The comment earned her a filthy look from Saffy.
Meanwhile,
we’ve tried dividing up the house chores with mixed results. Saffy’s idea of
cleaning the floor involves moving a damp mop in wide circles around furniture.
“Why aren’t you cleaning under the sofa?” Amanda cried.
Saffy looked genuinely surprised. “But
why would you?”
Of course, I was assigned the bathroom,
but when I was done, the whole room sparkled. Still, that hasn’t stopped Saffy from
complaining that taking a shower now is like bathing in bleach. “How many
bottles did you use?” she complained last night. “The fumes are so strong I can
almost feel my skin stripping right off me!”
The kitchen has been a bit of a disaster
though. Apparently, not only did Amanda’s parents not send her to Harvard to
wipe up after her flatmate’s boyfriend’s missed aim, they also never taught her
how to rinse a dish after washing it.
“But it’s fine, it’s organic dishwashing liquid!” she
protested after Saffy and I started coughing up bubbles during dinner. “It
won’t kill you!”
Saffy complained to Sharyn that not only
is she being burned alive by bleach fumes every time she takes a shower, she is
now also being poisoned by dishwashing liquid every time she eats. “It’s all Ah Chuan’s fault!” she
fumed. “Why does she need to see her ancestral village, anyway? It’s not as if
anyone knows her there!”
“Wah liau, go home to China also cannot,
ah?” Sharyn asked.
But Saffy isn’t letting go of this bone.
“I swear, if I die, I’m so coming back to haunt that woman! It’s completely
irresponsible of her to leave us to clean up after ourselves. If we could do
it, we wouldn’t need to hire her in the first place, would we?”
Amanda says that sometimes it shocks her
how much sense Saffy can make.
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