Trust the French?
I don't think so! Safeway, by name and experience does seem like a safe place to buy groceries. It's a nice, friendly grocery store...or so I thought.
Krista and I were out and about a few days ago buying groceries...a very normal activity for normal people;)
As I was waiting on the checker to scan my items, the conversation went something like this.
French dude: "Do you have Safeway card?"
Me: "nope"
French dude: "Do you speak French?"
Me: "very little."
French dude: "Do you play tennis?"
Me: "very little."
French dude (looking far to intently into my eyes): "Oh, I would love to play with you sometime. Do you know this place down the street, turn right and over a bit? Here, let me give you my number."
At this point I start to get uncomfortable. The people behind me were snickering and seemed a bit amazed at this lousy attempt to "pick up a girl".
He takes out some paper and jots down his number, and shoves it toward me. At this point I just want to leave--fast. I smiled, thanked him, and started to leave. In my flustered state I had forgotten to sign for the charge. So, he called me back. Now, he knew my name, and so started telling me by name to call him. I was really wanting to go now, but Krista had other ideas--she decided this was a great time to play leach, and so grabbed onto my leg and waited for me to drag her a bit. So, I'm trying to carry 4 heavy bags, drag Krista, who happened to be hanging onto my leg, and get AWAY from this french ding ding. We finally made it out, but not before he said again to call him and said some fancy, freaky, french farewell. ewwww...
So, moral of this story--don't trust the french in Safeway;)
Life continues on its busy pace. Mom and dad came to visit!
They have been here for several days longer than planned after the van suffered a transmission failure upon arrival. I took the day off Wednesday and spent it cooking with mom and chatting with dad. It was very fun.
My Hebrew class is lots of fun:) We learned the Hebrew word for husband last week. It means: Master. Needless to say, that did not go over well in a room full of secular, liberal Jews. Now, I want to do a word study on it...should be fascinating.
So, there you have the latest, odd experiences in my life. Talk to you soon;)
Krista and I were out and about a few days ago buying groceries...a very normal activity for normal people;)
As I was waiting on the checker to scan my items, the conversation went something like this.
French dude: "Do you have Safeway card?"
Me: "nope"
French dude: "Do you speak French?"
Me: "very little."
French dude: "Do you play tennis?"
Me: "very little."
French dude (looking far to intently into my eyes): "Oh, I would love to play with you sometime. Do you know this place down the street, turn right and over a bit? Here, let me give you my number."
At this point I start to get uncomfortable. The people behind me were snickering and seemed a bit amazed at this lousy attempt to "pick up a girl".
He takes out some paper and jots down his number, and shoves it toward me. At this point I just want to leave--fast. I smiled, thanked him, and started to leave. In my flustered state I had forgotten to sign for the charge. So, he called me back. Now, he knew my name, and so started telling me by name to call him. I was really wanting to go now, but Krista had other ideas--she decided this was a great time to play leach, and so grabbed onto my leg and waited for me to drag her a bit. So, I'm trying to carry 4 heavy bags, drag Krista, who happened to be hanging onto my leg, and get AWAY from this french ding ding. We finally made it out, but not before he said again to call him and said some fancy, freaky, french farewell. ewwww...
So, moral of this story--don't trust the french in Safeway;)
Life continues on its busy pace. Mom and dad came to visit!
They have been here for several days longer than planned after the van suffered a transmission failure upon arrival. I took the day off Wednesday and spent it cooking with mom and chatting with dad. It was very fun.
My Hebrew class is lots of fun:) We learned the Hebrew word for husband last week. It means: Master. Needless to say, that did not go over well in a room full of secular, liberal Jews. Now, I want to do a word study on it...should be fascinating.
So, there you have the latest, odd experiences in my life. Talk to you soon;)
posted by Pete and Julie at
7:36 PM
2 Comments:
Sounds like you need a body guard out there in the big city! You and Jeanette do have the adventures. : )
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Anonymous, at 1:46 AM
Hahaha (laughing uncontrollably) That's SO funny! If only my life were that interesting. hehe The closest I've come is some kid on a high school debate team thanking me in Spanish after I rang him up at Subway.
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Janessa, at 11:33 AM
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