Spoiled Rotten American September 13, 2007
Posted by Emily in : Daily Life, Family, Princess Hannah, Thoughts , trackbackMy car is FINALLY fixed! Although I was only without a car for five days, I say FINALLY because it felt like an eternity! I have been at my house since Friday night when we discovered our car was completely hazardous to drive. I had to rely solely on my two feet and my thumb for transportation. Since I didn’t have anywhere “urgent” to be, I stayed at home, sulking thinking about how I really missed the freedom a car brings.
Today, I had places to go. Anywhere was where I was going. Anywhere! Driving through Hell’s Gate, I stopped to pick up a hitch hiker (not the same one from the last post). She got in the car and I immediately remembered that I had given her rides on a few other occasions. She had no recollection of me . . . at all! Not even a little. Like there are thousands of American moms on this tiny island that have a 13 month old baby and drive a white car. Just for the record, I am the only mom that drives a white car. Why do I know this useless titbit? Because this island is that small. Anyway, we obviously notice and remember different things. She immediately said:
“How old she are?”
“Excuse me?” (not really sure if she said what I thought she said with her crazy island accent)
“How old she are!” (as if louder voice was going to help me understand)
“Oh! She is 13 months.”
“She have clothes she done wit? I need ‘em. I give ‘em to kid in needs ‘em. She clothes done fit?”
This conversation went on for TEN minutes! TEN minutes of her interrogating me asking me to give her Hannah’s old clothes, as if I would just naturally throw her old clothes into the garbage because I am a wasteful, spoiled rotten American. Because all Americans are wasteful. She also asked my name and where I lived. She was very specific on the directions to my house. I am afraid she will be showing up at my door, DEMANDING Hannah’s clothes. Yikes! You would think I would learn to NOT pick up hitch hikers! It always ends up being a weird experience!
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It always amazing me people outside of the USA preception of Americans. I rememeber I met a girl in Italy that started telling me all Americans eat McDonalds on Thanksgiving. I was thinking this girl has no clue. I am glad your car is fixed. I have had car problems this week and it is the pits!
That is too funny, Emily! You do seem to pick up the strange ones! I think we Americans sometimes don’t realize how much we REALLY have- I am sure you have learned that being away now for so long!