Fire! Fire! Quick- get the extinguisher! Er... I mean sand bucket...There is a new guy working at the hostel that doesn't understand English. He speaks it ok- which is deceiving because it makes you think you can talk to him. But you can't. The worst is that he has hung up on Michael I think a total of 5 times now because he didn't understand "room 309 please." As you might imagine- I had a few words to say about this. So, I think in his mind- I'm the lady the bitches about the telephone. The other day, I came up to him and asked, "Can I have my room cleaned?" He said, "Telephone?" - because you know, those two sentences sound so much alike... I ended up having to wait until someone else came on duty.
I took a trip recently up to the mountains in Northern India. The professor I worked for insisted that I get permission from my husband before I could be allowed to leave. I resisted the urge to slap him (I sort of need him to like me at this point.) and said sure. I asked Michael to send him a letter saying I could go. This was his reply (and I quote)
Dear Wife,
No you may not go to Dehra Dun this weekend. I will not have you traipsing off with god-knows-who to god-knows-where without my presence and direct supervision, since you are subservient and clearly not to be trusted. You must come home directly to cook for me, clean the house, bring me little umbrella sippy drinks, and rub my feet.
Sincerely,
Your Husband
A.K.A. the boss of you
No you may not go to Dehra Dun this weekend. I will not have you traipsing off with god-knows-who to god-knows-where without my presence and direct supervision, since you are subservient and clearly not to be trusted. You must come home directly to cook for me, clean the house, bring me little umbrella sippy drinks, and rub my feet.
Sincerely,
Your Husband
A.K.A. the boss of you
Luckily he sent a more favorable note to the professor.
Another rather interesting thing here is the use of candy for money. I doubt this is actual legal tender, and I haven't tried to actually spend it, but businesses keep hard candies or gum in their cash draws for use in place of small change.
One of my favorite bizarre Indian stories isn't actually mine- it is something that happened to Melissa when she was here. She was talking with this guy and he started talking about his kids. He said that his children were strong because when he was young he had "abstained from the sensual pleasures" so he had potent man-juice. After that- we always referred to him as "potent man-juice."
2 comments:
You, subservient? ha! That was priceless!
Okay, it's a good thing I wasn't taking a sip of anything because I snorted. Then I got farther down to your dog story and snorted again. You need to make a story from your trip, you tell it much better and funnier than I can!
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