Hey all!
Time for another patented true story, specifically at the request of my friend Autumn who found it particularly funny. The spell check is still down, but I swear I am working on it!
Several years ago, I worked with a guy from Louisiana named Skipper. That was a nickname he had as his real name was hard to pronounce, I never even heard anyone use that name so we all called him Skip. He had a pretty heavy accent from New Orleans, but most of the time we had no problem comprehending him.
One day my brother and I are heading into work and he gives me the rundown on what was going on for the day. You know, any info that I will need to know for what was going on that day. He looks at me and says,
"Oh and Mama shin is broken."
I look at my rother and we both look at him and say.
"Who' s Mama Shin?"
He says,
"You know, Mama Shin. Mama Shin is broken"
This goes on for like 2 minutes, saying over and over that Mama Shin is broken and not working. Finally I get exasperated and say
"Who the hell is MAMA SHIN!"
He says,
"Mama Shin, the Ice cream Machine is broken!"
That's when it dawned on me that he wasn't saying Mama Shin, but my machine, with his accent I couldn't tell. Even a customer was asking him that a little later when they ordered ice cream and he said Mama Shin broke. The customer was like "Who's Mama Shin?" We were cracking up laughing at the absurdity of it. Why he kept saying that instead of specifying the ice cream machne I never did figure out.
Now I can't help but chuckle when ever the ice cream machine at work is broken, remembering that conversation.
End of Line.
Gerrad!
2 comments:
Hearing you tell this in person is even better. Few things have ever made me laugh that hard.
I seem to have this special gift of word absurdity lately, especially when you are around. Because it seems to stumble across such phrases as Maruangatang and chicory buggery can't be commonplace right?
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