Yesterday among other things I went to Hayastan Market. It used to be a true department store in Soviet times, but now it is just like a shuka (market) with tons of repetitive individual stalls. Anyways, I have been looking for bedsheets for ages, but cannot find any without an obnoxious pattern on them. I saw a nice package of cloth yesterday and this was approximately the conversation:
Me: Are these bedsheets?
Woman: No. (points out which ones are bedsheets) Don't you like these?
Me: Nope, I only like the cloth of the one I pointed at.
Woman: Go try and understand men's taste.
I had to laugh to myself, because it would possibly have been true that the difference was a gender gap had we been in the US, but this was a cultural gap for certain. The bedsheets were all like those you would use in a kids room in the 1980's I thought. My consolation was that we later found cheap wild mushrooms and bought 3 kilos (almost 7 pounds) and have begun drying them out on the window sill so that in the winter we can make mushroom soups and sauces.
Me: Are these bedsheets?
Woman: No. (points out which ones are bedsheets) Don't you like these?
Me: Nope, I only like the cloth of the one I pointed at.
Woman: Go try and understand men's taste.
I had to laugh to myself, because it would possibly have been true that the difference was a gender gap had we been in the US, but this was a cultural gap for certain. The bedsheets were all like those you would use in a kids room in the 1980's I thought. My consolation was that we later found cheap wild mushrooms and bought 3 kilos (almost 7 pounds) and have begun drying them out on the window sill so that in the winter we can make mushroom soups and sauces.
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