Egg Head
Today, we flew out of the Galapagos. On our way to the airport, the driver and I are conversing in Spanish. He asked us what our professions were. I told the cab driver that Bill was a retired judge and I was a retired clinical social worker.
"Me espouso es a retired jueve" I said with confidence. (My husband is a retired judge).
Hector, the cab driver looked puzzled. Bill turned to me and said,
"What did you say to him?"
I repeated myself.
"Me espouso es jueve."
Bill said, "No, it is not jueve, it is Juez. I think you just told him that I was an egg"
Any of you that know me well know that I can be prone to fits of uncontrollable laughter. Well this was one of those moments where my funny bone got tickled and I howled and snorted and cried for a good ten minutes.
The cab driver was amused by all this and told Bill, "this is going to be a good day."
Then again,on the plane I remembered that I had called Bill an egg and I was off again, snotting and giggling all over the place.
Later, that day, on the bus to Cuenca, my face contorted in silent laughter and I had to wipe tears from my eyes. An egg!
"Me espouso es a retired jueve" I said with confidence. (My husband is a retired judge).
Hector, the cab driver looked puzzled. Bill turned to me and said,
"What did you say to him?"
I repeated myself.
"Me espouso es jueve."
Bill said, "No, it is not jueve, it is Juez. I think you just told him that I was an egg"
Any of you that know me well know that I can be prone to fits of uncontrollable laughter. Well this was one of those moments where my funny bone got tickled and I howled and snorted and cried for a good ten minutes.
The cab driver was amused by all this and told Bill, "this is going to be a good day."
Then again,on the plane I remembered that I had called Bill an egg and I was off again, snotting and giggling all over the place.
Later, that day, on the bus to Cuenca, my face contorted in silent laughter and I had to wipe tears from my eyes. An egg!
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