After school yesterday, one of my co-workers asked me if he could give me a ride home. It took a little while to figure this out. First he said, "I go your home". I thought he was inviting himself over for dinner. I think he sensed the confusion on my face so he rephrased, "you go home with me." Now, I thought he wanted me to come over to his house. We finally were able to work out that he wanted to give me a ride home. The problem was, I was not planning on going home. I had some errands to run and I needed to get to the bank. Since he was offering, I asked him if he could give me a ride to the bank. This was his response.
"I can't take you, my car is broken!"
Really, your car is broken. We just spent 5 minutes figurig out that you wanted to give me a ride home. He said, "It's OK, we can take a taxi." So yesterday, I rode home in a taxi.
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4 comments:
Classic.
I love this story! :)
I really like you reading you and Jill's blog. They are much more interesting now that you have moved. I can relate to this. I spend the first twenty minutes of every day trying to interpret what someone who doesn't speak English is trying to communicate.
I love this story and have shared it with others because I begin to laugh so hard.
Kels
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