italians

"You don't iron your jeans?  That's an international problem."

Apparently, Italians iron EVERYTHING.  Even their Tshirt, socks and sometimes underwear.

They clean their house until everything is shining.  Especially their doorknobs.  They go to doorknob stores to get the perfect doorknob with the perfect design, color, shine, and grip.

When they go to the market, they take hours to buy what they eat for dinner.  Because they have a preference for EVERYTHING.  Herbs, cheese, wine, tomatoes...

I almost gaped as I saw all this on TV while having dinner.  A Japanese woman who had married an Italian taxi driver showed us how 'obssessed' Italians were about certain things.   Her husband Marco was no exception; there was a 'Marco-check' for EVERYTHING.  "Honey, come here.  Look at this dust."  "Honey, look.  The doorknob has some fingerprints."  "Honey, smell this.  I think this herb is too mild."

During dinner, he comments how the risotto is a bit dry.  "You see, Parmesan is a liaison.  If you look at this dish as an architecture, it's like cement between bricks."  His son looked back at his father and asked if he wasn't hungry.  "Yes, I actually am hungry.  Let's eat."



It seemed to me like Italians had too much time.  I wonder how their economy can still be working...