A few days ago we just had a couple of odd happenings happen at our door. While Jarom was still asleep, there was a knock at the door. And then the doorbell rang. And then it rang again. This person is obviously intent on talking to someone. So I answer the door. Our conversation goes as follows:
Spanish-Speaking Mexican Man: "Hola!"
Non-Spanish Speaking Me: "Hello."
Mexican Man: "Como Estau?" (Is that spelled right? Who knows.)
Me: "....Good?..."
Mexican Man: "Blah blah blah blah ramble ramble rambling, stuff I have no idea what he is saying because guess what? It's SPANISH!" (He then stares at me expectantly waiting for an answer)
Me: "....." (Have I done ANYTHING to suggest the fact that I may possibly know Spanish and understand you?) "Um...I don't speak Spanish."
Mexican Man: "Oh! Lalalalalal tralla la boomtiay (sounding kind of apologetic in his tone, but still going on in Spanish) Lalalla 23 alallala."
Me: "23? Did I hear you say 23? (As he points upstairs.) Yeah, apartment 23 is upstairs. This is FIFTEEN...as the big ONE and the big FIVE on our door clearly say..15. NOT 23."
I don't know much Spanish, but I'm pretty sure that the numbers still look the same in English and Spanish. So if he was looking for 23, why did he knock on 15? And then not even mention 23 from the beginning. He even seemed to know where 23 was already because he was pointing upstairs! But I will never know because, if I haven't made this clear enough yet, I have no idea what he said.
Later on this same day, We get another knock on the door. This time Jarom answers. It happens to be two missionaries.
Jarom: "Hello."
Elder: "Hello. I'm Elder So-and-So and this is Elder So-and-So. Umm....Uhhh....Um. Uh..Stutter Stutter (really, this continued for quite some time)....Is there anything we can do for you??"
Me: in the background trying to stifle my laughter.
Jarom: "Um..No...We're fine thanks."
Elder: (At this point I don't remember exactly what he said, only that he went for awhile, NEVER telling us which church he belonged to. He obviously assumed we weren't members even though Jarom was wearing a huge BYU shirt, because he acted surprised when Jarom told him that we were members).
Elder's Companion: "Oh yes, I see you have pictures of the temple and you getting married in front of the temple..you must be members."
Elder: "Well, do you know anyone around here who isn't a member that we could talk to?"
Jarom: "Yeah, our next door neighbor."
Elder: "Oh? He told us he WAS a member..."
Me: Laughing, "Well, he's not."
(Here comes the kicker)
Elder: "Oh, well.. Do you know where apartment 23 is?"
WHAT IS IT TODAY WITH APARTMENT 23?!?! AND WHY DO PEOPLE KEEP KNOCKING ON DOOR 15 TO FIND 23?
Jarom: "Uh, yeah. It's upstairs."
Elder: "Ok thanks, here's our number in case you need anything."
Uh...Thanks. Is this what your approach is at EVERY door? Cuz I have to say, it was extremely awkward. For Jarom at least. I was laughing the whole time in the background. Hopefully he was just a new missionary and will get more comfortable..soon.
Spanish-Speaking Mexican Man: "Hola!"
Non-Spanish Speaking Me: "Hello."
Mexican Man: "Como Estau?" (Is that spelled right? Who knows.)
Me: "....Good?..."
Mexican Man: "Blah blah blah blah ramble ramble rambling, stuff I have no idea what he is saying because guess what? It's SPANISH!" (He then stares at me expectantly waiting for an answer)
Me: "....." (Have I done ANYTHING to suggest the fact that I may possibly know Spanish and understand you?) "Um...I don't speak Spanish."
Mexican Man: "Oh! Lalalalalal tralla la boomtiay (sounding kind of apologetic in his tone, but still going on in Spanish) Lalalla 23 alallala."
Me: "23? Did I hear you say 23? (As he points upstairs.) Yeah, apartment 23 is upstairs. This is FIFTEEN...as the big ONE and the big FIVE on our door clearly say..15. NOT 23."
I don't know much Spanish, but I'm pretty sure that the numbers still look the same in English and Spanish. So if he was looking for 23, why did he knock on 15? And then not even mention 23 from the beginning. He even seemed to know where 23 was already because he was pointing upstairs! But I will never know because, if I haven't made this clear enough yet, I have no idea what he said.
Later on this same day, We get another knock on the door. This time Jarom answers. It happens to be two missionaries.
Jarom: "Hello."
Elder: "Hello. I'm Elder So-and-So and this is Elder So-and-So. Umm....Uhhh....Um. Uh..Stutter Stutter (really, this continued for quite some time)....Is there anything we can do for you??"
Me: in the background trying to stifle my laughter.
Jarom: "Um..No...We're fine thanks."
Elder: (At this point I don't remember exactly what he said, only that he went for awhile, NEVER telling us which church he belonged to. He obviously assumed we weren't members even though Jarom was wearing a huge BYU shirt, because he acted surprised when Jarom told him that we were members).
Elder's Companion: "Oh yes, I see you have pictures of the temple and you getting married in front of the temple..you must be members."
Elder: "Well, do you know anyone around here who isn't a member that we could talk to?"
Jarom: "Yeah, our next door neighbor."
Elder: "Oh? He told us he WAS a member..."
Me: Laughing, "Well, he's not."
(Here comes the kicker)
Elder: "Oh, well.. Do you know where apartment 23 is?"
WHAT IS IT TODAY WITH APARTMENT 23?!?! AND WHY DO PEOPLE KEEP KNOCKING ON DOOR 15 TO FIND 23?
Jarom: "Uh, yeah. It's upstairs."
Elder: "Ok thanks, here's our number in case you need anything."
Uh...Thanks. Is this what your approach is at EVERY door? Cuz I have to say, it was extremely awkward. For Jarom at least. I was laughing the whole time in the background. Hopefully he was just a new missionary and will get more comfortable..soon.
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so weird.