Two weeks ago, I posted my first blog over on Writing Fortress. Turns out, I should have posted it in the following day and I had inadvertently stolen one of the other blogger's days, and I felt really bad about that. I just had it in my head that I needed to post before I went to Scouts, and so I did and it was supposed to be Thursday but I did it in Wednesday and I was really embarrassed but the other author was really nice about it and I assured her that I don't usually cut in front of people and we had a good laugh and then the other night at the library I did cut in front of some people but I thought they understood that I was giving them my equally good spot but they didn't see that and thought I had just taken theirs when in reality I was bettering the situation for both of us but I came across as a rude American and they were Vietnamese and apparently didn't speak much English and I don't speak any Vietnamese even though I've researched the war but that research wasn't very intensive in the language and I only know the words for "hurry" and that didn't really fit in the library situation.
But now my real posting day is every other Wednesday. We decided to keep me there for simplicity's sake. So go check out today's blog.
11 comments:
You crack-a me up like an egg.
This blog post was so frickin' funny! I'm sorry, not so funny for you but all the wording...priceless!!!
I just won a copy of your new book and I am so excited to read it! It looks so good! I enjoy reading your blog, and hope you have a wonderful week!:)
She was severely provoked! I was there at the library, and helped provoke her.
In case you want to know, it's "didi mau" and it essentially means "keep moving." I really should learn how to order at a restaurant or something a little more useful.
Oh thank you for that lovely run on sentence! What a hoot. I'll watch for Wednesdays then.
Did you write that all in one breath?
Pretty much, yeah. :)
What a fun new blog site. I will have to check it out more often!
My husband taught me that Vietnamese phrase. I guess all servicemen were in a hurry. Hurry to eat, hurry to work, hurry to get to sleep, hurry to the bunkers to avoid the incoming rockets. Plus they had to tell the mama-sans how to clean the floors and do their laundry. Fortunately, Rob got out before it was hurry to the helicopters and leave Saigon!
Wow, that was a mouthful, even for you. Or is it a fingerful? A brainful? Hm.
Anyway, how rude of you for cutting in line in front of some poor immigrant people who are probably feeling very out of place and needing some sympathy and compassion anyway, but instead are getting all kinds of funny looks and having people cut in front of them in line at the library when all they wanted to do was check out a Vietnamese / English dictionary so they can figure out how to talk to at least one person in this country and not be pushed out of line. Oh, and also, for posting a blog on the wrong day.
Kidding, of course. Lots of fun!
Nichole
Post a Comment