by waaytoomuchintothis » Fri Jan 02, 2015 12:10 pm
I was giggling when I figured out where and how I got lost. Here I am, Mr. Smartguy, completely dumbfounded by something everybody else knows.
A long time ago, I went to Mexico with my folks and my father, who was by all reports this very smart man, would speak loudly and distinctly (in English!), to the Mexican folks he tried to get directions from. I remember my mother finally saying, after a couple of these encounters, "They aren't deaf, Bob, they just don't speak English!" For a second there was silence, then all 7 of us exploded in laughter, the 4 Mexican guys and my family, all standing there in the plaza, which happened to be in front of the building we were looking for. From then on, my mother did the talking in those situations, broken Spanish and all. Dad just sat there being quiet and I sat in the back seat and smiled.