Ever since the government allowed foreign maids into my country, a generation of young folks have grown. Let me describe one particular representative young lady among this pampered lot.
One of my cousins is a banker, he has been transferred to most major cities in my country. Where he goes, his family followed. It was in the northern city where his eldest son found his love. We will call him Desmond. In his early twenties, Desmond settled in this northern city with his new found love. His family moved away on another bi-yearly transfer. His beloved girl friend moved in, waiting for him to purchase a house along the same street that her mum lives on.
Apparently this young lady does not clean house or lift her finger to tidy her rooms. Either her mother or his mother has to bring in their respective maids to restore order to her domain. The future mother-in-law, my cousin-in-law, would arrive after a two hour drive with the maid in tow. As soon as they entered through the front door, maid and mistress would start to pick up high heeled shoes carelessly flicked into different corners of the hall way. Then they started picking up artistically discarded outer garments strewn as the young lady progressively disrobed as she journeyed to her bedroom. Typically, they would pick up five to six outfits between the front door to her bedroom door. After entering the bedroom, her under clothing would be dropped between the room door and the bathroom door.
It is just as well that while waiting for the right property to be acquired, this young couple had a major quarrel that they did not make up. She left in a huff and moved back to her mother's house. My cousin-in-law heaved a sigh of relief and went on to make sure the son knows how not to pick such a woman the next time round.
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