A while ago, back when the weather was nice and warm, and I had my weekly tennis sessions with my Russian French classmate (who I hereby dub "Meg"), there was this rather harried woman who approached my side of the court, so I went to the fence to see what was up:
"De man! De man streaker?", she asked.
I did a double take: "I'm sorry, what?" I asked.
"De man! Streaker! De man streaker?" she asked again, rather agitated.
All I could think of was gee, I certainly didn't notice any naked man running past here, so I shook my head, shrugged my shoulders and said "Sorry, I didn't see nothing", apologetically walking away...
... to see my tennis partner at the net, with a puzzled look on her face, as if trying to figure out the direction of something.
As I approached, Meg said to me "I never remember which street is where, but maybe Damen is over there? Oh, she's gone now, I hope she finds it."
I'm looking at her stunned, I just started laughing so hard.
Note for the future: The next time a Russian-accented lady asks about a streaking man, she might just be asking for directions to Damen Street.
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and here's a bit of whining: dunno what I'm battling, but this morning my temperature was "a hair's breadth away from triple digits", and pretty much all afternoon my gastro-intestinal system has been rather unhappy. Fun.
So come join me on Facebook and let me battle you on scrabulous (while it still exists) to keep me occupied! :)
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about two months later...
... hi again. This return to blogging is really not working out, is it? Actually, I am writing, three pages of mind vomit and affirmations ...
Ha ha ha! :) I have a German friend who lives in Italy and calls me on the phone from time to time. I have such a hard time understanding her!
ReplyDeleteOkay, I'm laughing SO hard right now!
ReplyDeleteThat's just hilarious! It reminds me of an incident a couple of summers ago. We had some guy knock on our door. My hon answered with me not far behind him. The guy at the door asked if we'd seen a "trolley." My partner looked at him for a second, then said no, and shut the door.
He turned to find me stood right behind him with my jaw hanging open. Evidently surmising that I'd heard what he'd heard he muttered "What a weirdo." When I didn't move or say anything, he looked at me and went "What??"
I said Omg, he just asked for a Mr CHOI, and you told him no and shut the door??
Lmao, Mr Choi was our Landlord who lived upstairs at the time!
I like the "Find X." That's my kind of math!
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