Especially when I have to shout in the phone to Dave my 83-year-old library boyfriend.
Our latest conversation (after he's made about 6 silly jokes about how I should stay just the way I am after asking me how I am)
Dave: "I'm looking at a topigraphical map of Cuba and I see something that looks like coral reefs or an island or something. I need you to translate a word, it's spelled j-a-r-d-i-n-e-s"
Me: "That means 'grounds'"
Dave: "What? Drunks?"
Me: "No, Dave. GGGGRRRROUNDSSSSSS"
Dave: mumbling random words
Me: "G-R-O-U-N-D-S!"
Dave: "J-R-O? No! J-A-R-D-I-N-E-S!"
Me: "Dave! I know! I'm telling you what that means! Jardines means GROUNDS!"
Dave: "Trounds?"
Me: head in hands "NO! GROUNDS! G-R-O-U-N-D-S"
Dave: "T?"
Me: "NO! G! As in 'GOOD', 'GROVER', "GARBAGE'"
Dave: "Ooooooohhhh G! Grounds. Oh. hm. So guess it's their word for islands."
Me: "Yup"
Dave: "HA! YUP!"
Me: "Ok, bye Dave"
Dave: "Bye my dear! Stay sweet!"
So frustrating, yet comically ridiculous...Meanwhile I'm yelling this across the library as people laugh at me. Also keep in mind, this happens approximately 3 times a day.
Oh Dave....
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