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I don't know what was going on with him, but M looked majorly hot yesterday. I mean, don't get me wrong, I always think he looks good. Yesterday, though, was extreme. I kept talking about it all day until I became a little afraid that he was going to think I normally think he looks like something the cat dragged in, so I finally shut up.

Speaking of which, I've been trying to get him to tell the airport story in his journal, but he refused so I think I will. I know why he won't tell it--it's the kind of story that you can't really tell about yourself without sounding like an arrogant jerk, and I suppose that even his extremely healthy ego draws the line somewhere. But as his wife, I can get away with it--I did say that he wouldn't tell it himself, at least, and what he doesn't know won't hurt him. Well, until he reads this, of course. ;)

When he worked at Dell, he did a lot of travelling between the Nordic countries--once or twice a week, he would be in Oslo, Copenhagen or Helsinki. He also occasionally flew to England and Ireland. Since he was flying business class, he also got to hang out in the nice airport lounges. During one particularly busy day at the Heathrow airport, he heads into the lounge. It was quite crowded, so there weren't many empty seats. He approaches a middle-aged woman and asks her if the seat beside her was taken. She said no, and they carry on a brief conversation while he sits down and pulls out a paper.

Now, there are two things that you should know about M, and one is that is that he soaks up accents like a sponge. He's particularly susceptible to a British one. I've mentioned this before, but it has a bearing on this story, so it's worth mentioning again. He'd spent the last three days speaking to people at the office in London, and one fellow had not only thought he was English, but that he was from a specific part of western London. He really doesn't sound Swedish at all. The second important thing to this story is that his Danish is somewhat better than the average Swede's, given the time spent in the Danish office and the Danes working in the Swedish one.

Anyway. There are two Danish women sitting near him, talking and having a grand time. They're speaking at normal volume to each other, and he can't help but overhear that they're talking about... well, him, and in lurid detail. He was clearly British, after all, so of course he couldn't understand a word they were saying.. so they thought. Apparently, he was having another of those good days. He begins concentrating his entire energy on not giggling like a schoolgirl while they discuss his clothes, his height, his eyes, his features, his hands, his feet, and just generally note all the finer points of his person as well as theorize on various aspects of him that I, as his then-girlfriend, firmly felt they should have had no business noticing. ;)

It continues for several minutes until he knows that he can't stand sitting there any longer without laughing. He gathers his bags and folds the paper and heads for the door. It would have been a funny story just like that, but you can't really think that M would leave it at that. No, he stops directly in front of them, inclines his head and says, "Have a good flight."...in his very best Danish.

He's pretty sure that at least one of them died of embarrassment on the spot. Don't you just love languages?

Date: 2004-02-12 08:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] denyeverything.livejournal.com
ROFL!!! I love that!!

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Date: 2004-02-14 08:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] same-sky.livejournal.com
*grin* I always liked that story. ;)

languages

Date: 2004-02-12 08:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tarynfogle.livejournal.com
I had a semi-similar experience when I first moved to New MExico from Wyoming. I was a senior in high school and in order to graduate, I had to take New Mexico history (a 9th grade class). Keep in mind, I had taken 6 years of Spanish in Wyoming and I am a white girl- totally. I am whiter than a ghost no matter how much time in the sun I spend.

Ok so, a few weeks into the semester, I am sitting in NM history class, 2 little punk 9th grade boys are talking smack.. yes you guessed it, in Spanish. They start talking about me, the flunky senior who has to re-take history during the senior year to graduate. They called me several other choice words, and talked about other people in class. I let it go on for a while, listening and acting like I knew nothing.

Eventually the teacher needed to lecture and they would not shut up. So in my best Spanish (not accent, but in the language) I tell them to shut up and get to work and that by the way, I am not a flunky senior, that I just moved here. That was enough to let them know that I might be white but I spoke their language. IT shut them up real quick.

M's story was great! I loved it!

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Date: 2004-02-14 08:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] same-sky.livejournal.com
*grin* I bet they didn't expect that! :)

Date: 2004-02-12 08:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sweet-pickles.livejournal.com
That is very funny indeed.

As I live with someone who is at least trilingual, but who can also fake his way in about seven languages (including Japanese), it is always funny to have him translate what is going on around me. It is very common for us to get in the elevator and have folks speaking some other language thinking they can carry on with no one knowing what they are saying.

I agree. Languages are great. Being able to understand them (or having someone translate for you) is even better. ;)

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Date: 2004-02-14 08:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] same-sky.livejournal.com
Oh, yes! He adds quite a new dimension to the conversation sometimes when he can translate for me random little things like that. ;)

Date: 2004-02-12 10:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] grimluka.livejournal.com
Haha ! That made me laugh tonight =) Famous M pulled yet another good one.

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Date: 2004-02-14 08:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] same-sky.livejournal.com
He's handy to have on hand for moments like that.. ;)

Date: 2004-02-13 03:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lizardek.livejournal.com
ROFLMAO! If he had been wearing his pimp hat, it would have been even better! :D

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Date: 2004-02-14 08:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] same-sky.livejournal.com
That's true. They could have been talking about him in a completely different kind of way..

Date: 2004-02-13 06:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ozswede.livejournal.com
Brilliant! M, you be da man!

I had a similar experience in Italy. My ex and I were chatting in the train on a LONG trip from Florence to Venice. The couple opposite us, hearing the English and thinking we couldn't understand them, started a rather personal conversation about us. It was so hard to keep a straight face and talk about inconsequential things (as we never assume that people don't understand English!).

The bubble burst when my ex's cousin came back to the carriage (she'd been out having a cigarette or three) and started babbling on to us about the accomodation etc in Italian. We responded and then saw the couple opposite us turn bright red and sink into their seats. I think the next 3 hours were the longest of their lives.

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Date: 2004-02-14 08:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] same-sky.livejournal.com
*giggle* I didn't know you spoke Italian! I guess that's the same thing that happened to those other passengers, eh? ;) Funny, anyway.

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Date: 2004-02-14 09:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ozswede.livejournal.com
My ex is Italian - born there and emigrated to Oz when he was 6 years old. (yeah, I know, I go in for the classy imported models!) We also lived in Italy for 2 years when the children were smaller. It's just that English is natural for us so we spoke it with our Aussie accents so there was no doubt in their minds that we were American tourists (must have been that Hawaian shirt!).

It was fascinating to listen to their theories about us, without appearing to understand anything. So I know how hard it is to keep a straight face - And I didn't have a newspaper to hide behind. The best bit was sitting opposite them the rest of the way, chatting with Cesira in fluent Italian :)

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