Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Fun with English

I am sorrowfully behind on posting. There's no immediate remedy in sight, as my dear friend Maureen is coming to stay with me for a few days, beginning tomorrow--her birthday.

Please enjoy this anecdote until I am ready to catch up on pictures and stories.

Tonight I had my first class with, Luciano, a young lawyer. His speaking was pretty solid, but still in the proper, academic-English phase. During the last few minutes of our session, he began asking me questions. The standard "what are you doing here?" type of interview--the responses to which I could regurgitate in my sleep in either language. I have condensed the 4-year history of what led me to March 25, 2008 into a 4-minute tale, for just this sort of occasion.

When I mentioned my 4th and 5th trips to Brazil (those which were reconnaissance, ahem, sans ex), Luciano interrupted: "Didn't he go to see you in the States?"
I paused for eye contact and, seeing the incredulousness in Luciano's face, I chuckled and replied, "No. Yeah, I know. Right?" Quick as lightning Luciano interjected:
"What a douchebag!"

I nearly fell off my chair laughing.

Even though it's a bit more disclosure than I prefer to post, as a rule, it deserves to be documented here, so that I never forget my student's perfectly timed and delivered, wholly accurate, and entertaining summation. I couldn't have said it better myself, Luciano.