Why does overhearing usually intolerable conversations
become quite endearing when spoken in a foreign accent? There must be a word for this, maybe SP will
think one up before long. (Or please,
comment with some suggestions—I imagine I will need to use it quite often from
now on.) For me, having to listen to conversations
between small children and their mothers is tied for first in the Just Shoot Me
Now category with having to listen to one side of a cell-phone conversation
that starts with, “OK, now we are through security.” However, the conversation I overheard last
night, spoken with tiny voices in their high-class English accents, had me
laughing out loud.
I had gone to the shower block (shower room) to get ready
for our night at the local pub when I overheard the following conversation between
a mother and her two daughters. It was
clear that before coming in the mother had spent some time talking to the girls
about what to expect and the steps to take in order to accomplish their
task. The girls were young (3 and 5
maybe) and clearly excited about their new adventure.
The mother set the older one up in her own cubicle before starting with
the younger one in a cubicle next door.
The water starts and the elder daughter speaks;
“Mummy, I believe I have done something wrong.”
“What is it Lovey?”
“I have entered the shower with my shoes on.”
(A beat of silence.)
“Which shoes are they Lovey?”
“My runners.”
(Another beat of silence.) And the daughter continues, “Will
they dry, Mummy?”
“Not as long as you are standing in the shower Lovey.”
Ahh, these unflappable English!
-K
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