I was just putting clean sheets on my bed (yay for clean sheet night!) and a memory came back to me.
I was just out of college, doing a lengthy roadtrip and staying over night at a college friend's house. We were pretty good friends, and I'd been at her parents' home several times. She and I were helping her grandmother put sheets on her bed and I asked, "Do you miter your sheets?" assuming every grandmotherly person did and wanting to make sure to do it her way. My friend gave a questioning and confused look. Her grandmother answered my verbal question and her non-verbal question. "No, we don't have to miter them. That's what they do in hospitals." I admit, my first thought was "It's what any good home does." (Yes, I struggled with judging quite a bit in my younger days. Don't judge me! *wink*) It was also the first I'd heard of it being a 'hospital-thing' as mitering sheets was a MUST at my household growing up.
I still miter my sheets...always. I do not iron my sheets. I know some people that do....I will never be one of them. I'm not judging them though. Promise!
This was definitely not the first time I realized all families were different. College is a good way to wake up from thinking everyone is like you. But it's one I remember!
What about you? Do you have a particular story for when you realized 'one of these things is not like the other?'