Train rides are very tiring, and by the time we reach our destination I am pretty much a zombie. This last train ride we ended in Amritsar at 11 pm and by the time we found our driver had a little scuffle tried to communicate with said driver I was done for the day.
We reach our destination and the porter comes running out and says ...blah blah blah. So I say yes. Twila turns to me and says did you understand him. I look at her a little chagrined and say no. She then turns to the porter and said do not talk to her she does not understand you - only talk to me.
The poor guy looked horror struck, but he said yes. Then Twila said what did you just tell her. He smiled and said yes.
Poor Twila, she realized at that point that I had gone Native.
We reach our destination and the porter comes running out and says ...blah blah blah. So I say yes. Twila turns to me and says did you understand him. I look at her a little chagrined and say no. She then turns to the porter and said do not talk to her she does not understand you - only talk to me.
The poor guy looked horror struck, but he said yes. Then Twila said what did you just tell her. He smiled and said yes.
Poor Twila, she realized at that point that I had gone Native.
I assume you blogged this the next morning, T2, or at least not that night! I'm glad you were not a tiger meal. I was beginning to wonder.
ReplyDeleteYay internet - glad the blog is back. Will you be as agreeable with yours truly once you get home - yes, yes, yes!!??
ReplyDeleteSounds like cab & train rides and communications are not going to get a C- or better grade.
Great story, T3!
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