call me bill murray
one of my goals of living in chicago is to build relationships with people like my dry cleaner. except my dry cleaner is crazy. i go in once every couple of weeks. each time i drop of my clothes and barely warrant a blip on her radar. each time i pick up my clothes we have the EXACT SAME conversation.
muuggi: "schumacher. that is german. are you german?"
me: "not really." then i make up some lie about my great-grandfather or some ancestor and how he came here on a boat.
muuggi: "do you speak german?"
me: "no."
muuggi: "i speak german. i studied in _________ (insert name of town that sounds phlegmy and has an umlaut)."
me: "neat."
muuggi: "are you going to learn german?"
me: "no."
every goddamn time. without fail. every time we enter into this lingual pas de deux and everytime i know i am a mere fortnight from repeating it again.
muuggi: "schumacher. that is german. are you german?"
me: "not really." then i make up some lie about my great-grandfather or some ancestor and how he came here on a boat.
muuggi: "do you speak german?"
me: "no."
muuggi: "i speak german. i studied in _________ (insert name of town that sounds phlegmy and has an umlaut)."
me: "neat."
muuggi: "are you going to learn german?"
me: "no."
every goddamn time. without fail. every time we enter into this lingual pas de deux and everytime i know i am a mere fortnight from repeating it again.
posted by julie at 12:59
2 Comments:
maybe you should try another dry cleaner. or change your last name.
this relationship is going nowhere (like most I'm afraid)...to meet your goal, find a new drycleaner who can vary the counter chit-chat...
perhaps if you let this person know you want 'more' than just dry cleaning she'll get with the program.
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