What did I think you meant?
January 10, 2008
Yesterday, there was a knock at the door. I was expecting that it might be the mailman bringing my order from Amazon. Instead, there were two middle-aged women dressed appropriately for the frigid weather that Baku has been experiencing recently. I thought that they might be living in the building somewhere. They started talking in Azeri, but I told them I did not understand. They then asked me if i spoke Russia and I told them that unfortunately I did not.
One of the ladied pointed upward and said, "Upstairs." i thought I might have freaked out too much on my acoustic guitar at weird hours of the day and I might need to cut back on thrashing on the thing as it might be disturbing my neighbors upstairs. The other lady then said, "Goat." This puzzled a bit, but I thought perhaps one of my neighbors upstairs might have bought a goat. Maybe my guitar playing was bothering the goat? Then she said, "Jebobah." I thought "Jebobah? What kind of name is Jebobah for a goat? Must be a special goat if they gave it a name and wanted to tell me about it." Seeing that the communication gap was too big, the ladies thanked me and left.
I wondered what in the world those two ladies were trying to tell me. Then it hit me, they weren't trying to tell about a goat by the name of Jebobah who lived upstairs. They were Jehovah Witnesses. Gesh, if I knew not knowing the language would scare off Jehovah Witnesses who knocked at my door, i would have learn some obscure language years ago.
One of the ladied pointed upward and said, "Upstairs." i thought I might have freaked out too much on my acoustic guitar at weird hours of the day and I might need to cut back on thrashing on the thing as it might be disturbing my neighbors upstairs. The other lady then said, "Goat." This puzzled a bit, but I thought perhaps one of my neighbors upstairs might have bought a goat. Maybe my guitar playing was bothering the goat? Then she said, "Jebobah." I thought "Jebobah? What kind of name is Jebobah for a goat? Must be a special goat if they gave it a name and wanted to tell me about it." Seeing that the communication gap was too big, the ladies thanked me and left.
I wondered what in the world those two ladies were trying to tell me. Then it hit me, they weren't trying to tell about a goat by the name of Jebobah who lived upstairs. They were Jehovah Witnesses. Gesh, if I knew not knowing the language would scare off Jehovah Witnesses who knocked at my door, i would have learn some obscure language years ago.
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