December 26, 2009
Christmas 2009.
Scene: My friend Dan and I have just killed a chicken for dinner. Well, he did the actual killing since I’m a girl I’m forbidden to end the life of an animal. I’m pouring boiling water over the carcass and plucking out the feathers.
“Man, this takes FOREVER! I swear Turkmen are so good at this,” I complained. “When my relatives from the village do this it only takes them like, ten minutes.”
“Well, think of it this way,” Dan said. “They’d probably have a really tough time ordering a Subway sandwich.”
True that.
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Ha! That exact scenario happened to me when I was living in Germany. I was with a German girl and trying to order my food in German when I reached an impasse, so I looked at her with my sheep-in-the-headlights look.
When, later, we went to a Subway, her English being better than my German, I thought she'd be ok, but the same thing happened to her. She was quickly overwhelmed.
Didju know that the word "pickel" means "pimple" in German? You do now. :)
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