But I have nothing to wear!

When we came back from our week-long trip to the villages and the fisheries, almost every piece of clothing that I brought with me was disgustingly dirty. I sent it to the laundry Sunday night and was told it would be done Monday evening. This normally would not have concerned me, but I  remembered that Dr. Ahmed's brother-in-law's party for his 7 year old son's milestone event was at 8:00 p.m. Since this was a formal event, I at least needed a clean pair of long pants and a top. At 4:00 p.m. with no sign of clean laundry in sight, I quickly put Plan B into place and went to the bizarre which is on the ground floor of our hotel.  I knew this would probably be a challenge because I am much larger is size than the traditional Bengali. The sales clerks spoke a little English and I kept say "big", much to their amusement. Finally I was handed an outfit (salwar kameez) and sent to a very tiny dressing room. As the sweat was pouring off me, I did manage to squeeze my oversized American body into the outfit. However, the clerk pointed out that I had the pants on backwards!  I'm sure they were thinking, silly American. But I decided it would do the trick and made the purchase for 875 takas.
As the party time approached, I donned my outfit and was ready to go. It actually didn't look too bad, and I received a few compliments. Things sometimes have a strange way of working out.