Sunday, August 29, 2010

Back Handed Compliments

One of the things I really like about Turkey is how friendly the people are. I am quite aware that this is part of their jobs, but they go above and beyond the call of duty. They are very complementary, well most of the time. I like to think that the following stories are due to crossed wires in translation.
One night I went to the restaurant. Mustafa gave me the customary kiss on both cheeks and said
"You look very sexy tonight. What happened?"
Eh, I didn't think I looked that bad on other nights!!!

On another occasion we were being persuaded by Sanders, another Turkish waiter, that we should go to Klass, a local nightclub/den of iniquity. I have seen the clientele that go there and Klass is a very good name for it....they were about the same age as the kids i teach in my class back home!
I declined graciously
"Thanks but no. Its not really my age group"
"Oh but you are wrong. Lots of old people go there."
Still gave it a miss!

However, it was not just the Turks we had a communication problem with. One night we met Paddy from Dublin. Now foreigners may think that all Irish accents are the same.
Paddy sat down opposite us and we had a great chat. Well Paddy did. For a lot of it Emma and I just smiled, nodded and said "Really", but not having a clue what was going on. After about twenty minutes Paddy asked me
"Are ya rearin?"
"Are ya rearin?"
"Sorry. I don't know what you mean."
"Are ya rearin? Do ya have any kids?"
"Oh, I see what you mean. No I don't"
"Do ya have a man?"
"No, not at the moment."
"Why not? See you. You're a good lookin woman"
Then he thought for a moment and said
"But I'd say you'd be a c*** to live with."

He didn't mean it as an insult. He was just making an observation. And the more I thought about it...
You know what Paddy. You may only know me twenty minutes, but I think you have summed me up perfectly!!!