On Friday, a nice man from Afghanistan came to look in the attic and try to fix the AC. When he came down to do paperwork and leave, he saw my cute little blond Sloane (4) there inspecting the situation. He turned to me and said quietly, "I'm just joking OK?"
Huh? I didn't know what he was talking about. And then he turned to Sloane and shouted at her,
"Go in your room and get your suitcase and pack your clothes, I am bringing you home with me."
Sloane looked confused.
"Go! Go! Right now. You are mine and I am taking you. "
I guess he wanted to try and get rid of any preconceived ideas that I might have about people from Afghanistan by showing me that he could joke around?
Then yesterday two Indian men came to look at the oven. They told me that they needed to completely take it out of the wall and look at it. "Do you have a tavel?" They asked.
"A tavel. This is very heavy and we need to put it on a tavel"
"No a tavel"
"A tavel! A tavel!"
I had no idea what they were saying. And saying it louder didn't help me understand any better. They just kept yelling TAVEL TAVEL. It was so funny that I lost it. I couldn't look at them, I just buckled over, while they yelled, "TAVEL TAVEL." Then once of them said, "A tavel, like you bring to the pool and the beach!"
"ooooohhhh a tow-ell." I said slower for emphasis, to show them that I am not an idiot. Wasn't too convincing.
Are these normal interactions with service people?