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Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Funny

So I returned home from Allison's house today to discover that I had men on my roof. They were friendly and had all sorts of ropes and ladders and tools, so I herded the children into the house and promptly called Michael at campus. Of course, he didn't answer. People never seem to answer when you really need them to.

So, I called Allison. But she didn't know why there were men on my roof either.

Around five the men came down and packed up their stuff. Then they came to the door and told me they were done. And they wanted to be paid. Now I was really wishing Mike had answered the phone.

Me: "Uhh. You will have to come back, because I didn't even know you were going to come."

Walter: "Okay, we can come back in a little bit. My friend (indicates partner standing by truck), he wants to know if you are American."

Me: "Yes... uh, I'm American." Walter continues to stare and so I continue, "I am American. I grew up in Oregon and lived there and now... uh... now I live here." My Master's level education is really shining through right now.

Walter: "Well, he was just wondering because he seen you wearing all those long dresses and no one around here dresses like that."

Me: "Well, no one but me, I guess."

So there are two possible reasonings here. The first is that when people see me out and about with my flowing skirts and posse of children, they think I am a mail-order bride. The second is that when someone in this area appears as though they care how they dress, they stand out like a freak.

Michael came home and settled the matter. After I related the funny conversation, he promptly began using a funny voice and calling me his "Foreign wife."

5 comments:

Heidiblossom said...

SO WHAT WERE THEY DOING ON YOUR ROOF?????

midwest mama said...

Take it as a compliment...He obviously thought you were an exotic beauty from some foreign locale:-) Hugs, Susan

Modest Mama said...

Who says I'm not an exotic beauty? And Oregon may as well be a foreign local to most people out here!

Mike had them come to fix the chimmney and the roof and forgot to mention it. Last we spoke of it he said the guy gave us too high an estimate and we weren't having it done. Then they're on my roof and I was like, "Uh oh. I hope they worked this out with Mike." I wasn't about to go out there and say, "Hey you up there! Are you on the right roof? Because we're broke!"

Pilgrim said...

They thinks you is an ay-rab. It's like a panel out of the old Pogo comic.
(Arguably this is worse than the "some of your kids are adopted" thing. Glad to see y'all laugh it off.)
-Chris

Katherine T. Lauer said...

What a fantastic story!