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Okay, my random story for today...
On spring break from college, my roommate and I were being hit on fairly incessantly, as college ladies on spring break tend to be, and were tired of it. One man walked up to us and tried to start a conversation, and my roommate faked a peculiar accent and said, "No speak English."
He asked, "What language do you speak?"
"Swahili," she said. It seemed a pretty safe choice. Right until the moment when he said...
"Ndio! Ninazungumza Kiswahili."
The guy spoke Swahili.
We stammered something stupid and left. Poor guy. But we learned out lesson... from then on, we claimed to speak only Norwegian.
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LOL my son's name is Swahili. People think I picked it to name him after a rapper but no, I liked what the name meant. Does that count as a story? Not really huh. Oh well, I kind of tied it in!
ReplyDeleteGreat story!! ((funny)) Have to think of a good one..be back soon :D
ReplyDeletebah! foiled again... I read your piece with avid facination, like I do all you pieces! Anyway... random story time...
ReplyDeleteI'm stood outside an office when a man comes over and says, "Is this Blah Building".
I politely said, "yes, love, it is. You need the top floor".
"Bah", he scowled. "Why do you people all say "love". Why not say hate, instead".
"Probably because I don't hate you", I said.
"Where does Saddam Hussein keep his CD's", the man asked.
"I don't, know", I said.
"In Iraq".
I'm on a declutter kick as my moniker suggests. We are working on getting rid of 1 thing a day. We photograph it and blog it here on blogspot.com. Anywhoo, I digress. Here is my story:
ReplyDeleteWhile we were cleaning up he asked, "Can I get rid of this?"
The Hubby and I say, "Yes, please do!!" So we put it in the recycle bin. The Hubby and I are so proud that he is able to let things go. It did take awhile, he's had it since the holidays. But it is happily sitting in the recycle bin.
Oops, it was a box from a toy The Boy received at Christmas :-)
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My sister and I were traveling in Europe and the hotel we stayed at offered a buffet breakfast. There was a sign posted at the buffet that said "Eat as much as you wish here but don't take anything with you." We ate a lot so that we would have energy for all the sightseeing we were planning to do that day. When my sister just couldn't eat any more she still had a croissant on her plate. She surreptitiously wrapped it in a napkin and put it in her purse, thinking it would make a good snack later on when hunger set in again. As we left the hotel one of the staff came running after us calling and my sister and I looked at each other guiltily. "Busted!" we thought.
ReplyDelete"You have a phone message," the man told us. Phew!
Gathering material for a new book, Jenna? ;)
ReplyDeleteSo, back around the end of the 1970s I was in a band that played mainly hard rock; Van Halen, AC/DC, etc. We got to a gig and realized the club was in a Holiday Inn, not the best sign. Anyway, being poor musicians we never turned down a gig, so we went ahead and unloaded and set up our gear.
The little flowery centrepieces on the tables gave us pause, but we forged ahead and picked one of our tamest tunes for soundcheck.
We were about two bars into "Run Like Hell" by Pink Floyd when we saw someone running full speed along the back of the bar. He went into an office (we could see him through a window) and picked up a phone. As we continued with the song, we could see him waving his arms, pointing at us through the window, and generally displaying some rather negative body language until he slammed the phone down onto the cradle and came back out of the room.
Needless to say, we never even got to the end of the song; he waved at us to stop playing and fired us. As it turned out, he was a great guy and thought we were really good, but didn't think his clientele of retirees and travelling salesmen would be into our style of music.
Also needless to say, when we arrived at our next gig to find the club had burned down two weeks before, WE fired our agent.