Romanian Invasion

Well, these aren't hotelisms proper, but One of the girls from the hotel came to Bible study with two of her friends - and hilarity ensued;

"No, for the window you have to turn this crank down here..."
"Oh, this is like the cars in Russia."

"Well I know he says he is a Baptist, but he does not act like it."

"I'm sorry I was not listening. Over there they were saying something that was more interesting than what you were saying."

"Dana sees that guitar over there and she was wondering if she could touch it... well, she wants to more than touch it."


Gosh, there were at least two or three more real zingers. One of which Seth was the brunt of. But the girls came to our Sunday Night Bible study, and we really enjoyed having them there, and it seems like they really enjoyed coming. Study finished at 7:45, and they stayed until almost 10:30. Doug called up Brad and he spoke Russian with Uzzel. Then the next thing I know, Brad shows up and he & Uzzel were talking Russian for quite some time.

Romanian Baseball Bats

"Is this yours too?" I asked of the three Romanian girls as they collected their shopping bags out of the car. I was holding my snow brush/icescraper
"No. But I think this is." Lori said as she picked up my baseball bat. "Why do you have this in your car?"
"Oh, I like to play baseball sometimes."
"You see, in Romania all drivers have one of these in their car,"
"...but for a whole nother reason." I interjected as Lori & the other girls giggled.


Lori had called me just as I was about to get off work, because her and her friends had gone shopping at the University Mall, but had forgotten that the bus schedule changes on Saturday. I was excited to go, so that I could meet Lori's roommate, who is also a Believer, before study tomorrow night. We had a good time in that short car ride. Praise God for forgetfulness and inconveniences which create needs that allow the brethren to serve one another. When I had seen Lori at the hotel earlier that day she told me that her and her roommate Dana (Dah-nah-not Day-na) had checked out Christ Memorial's website and, she said with that big excited grin on her face, "and we liked it a lot!" I hope they get to come to a Sunday morning service before they leave

Eskimo

"You didn't know I was leaving [the state]?"
"No. I didn't know you were an Eskimo either."


I had a disagreement with Scott at the desk about the girl who works at the gift shop. He told me she was leaving tomorrow to go home to Old Forge, NY. I was sure he was just saying that to get me going. I had just talked to Helen earlier that night, and she had said school was going well. So she could've be leaving, if she was still attending UVM, and it didn't sound like she had dropped out. The Eskimo bit enteres into it because my cousins went to high school in Old Forge, a magical happy fun-time place for me during my adolecence, and I remember distinctly my cousin telling me how silly their mascot was; the Eskimo. Turns out Helen graduated in '04 and knew both of my cousins! The more I get older, the more the world gets smaller.

complicated

"So, is there a lady in your life?"
"Well... It's complicated."
"Oh gee! It's always complicated with you, isn't it?!?!"

Burning crosses

"Well, I don't think burning crosses is neccisarily an anti-religious thing."
"What?!?!" (in unison & disbelief)

"Well, it's like the cross is a symbol of evil, because that's how they killed Jesus."
"No, no, no. The cross is a wonderful syumbol. It signifies the way that Christ was able to redeem us, by offering his life as a sacrifice. If they thought it was a symbol of evil, why would Christians have ever adopted it?"
"Well, I dunno... but I think Jesus would've made a very bad Catholic."
"Well, I'd probably agree with you there."

Garbage bag tuxedos

"The other day people from the tuxedos for to be picked up, and ther is one left in the closet, that is in a garbage bag, can you go to get it for me?"
"Sure. One tuxedo in a garbage bag, come'n right up."