9/25/2014

Wonderful Always

My wife lost her comb a couple of weeks ago, and she had a hard time finding a new one. She finally saw a guy walking through the market near our house, but when she asked how much his combs were, he said $6. It's expected that you will haggle for a better price, but with a starting quote like that there's not really any point in trying.

Today we went into a boutique just down the road and, as we were buying milk powder and white beans and butter, we saw that they were also selling massive combs for $.75. Now that's more like it! After we bought it we looked closer at the nifty little bag it was sold in and found this memorable slogan:

"YOUR CHOICE MAKES YOU WONDERFUL ALWAYS"

With a guarantee like that, you know you can't go wrong!


9/20/2014

Great People, Episode 2

Yesterday I had to go down to the local police station to get an official paper. When I arrived the lady at the desk handed me a blank sheet of paper and informed me that I need to write an official letter of request.

I wandered back to the front door in somewhat of a fuddle. I am terrible at writing things in normal French, to say nothing of formal French. I had no model to copy, I wasn't sure what I was supposed to write, and I didn't even have a pen! It was at this moment, standing forlornly before the front door of the police station, that I met a great guy.

One of the officers behind the front desk, a good-looking young guy, called out to me and asked if I had been running. I replied that yes, I had been running a little (I had been afraid that I would be late to the police station, so I had run a good portion of the journey and was still sweating profusely). He then asked me what I needed, since I was standing so aimless in front of the door. I held up the blank sheet of paper, now containing a couple of wet spots where my sweat had landed, and told him that I had to write a letter of request and had no idea how to do so. 

He motioned me to come around behind the desk with him. When I got there he layed the piece of paper on the desk and began motioning to various parts of it.
"Put your name and address up here," he said, "And the date here." And here write, 'To Madame the blah blah blah blah' and here write, 'please receive, madame, my most sincere greetings' and then sign your name here."

He looked up and discovered a rather overwhelmed look on my face. He found a pen and said, "Right, what's your name?" He then proceeded to write the entire letter for me, asking for the pertinent details. When he finished he said, "Right, sign here." I signed it, and I was good to go. I walked back into the office, handed in "my" letter, and that was that. Talk about helpful guy!

9/16/2014

Great People

There are some great people here. One of them is the guy in charge of the corner shop downstairs.

Tonight when I tried to make supper I couldn't get the stove to light. A quick check verified my suspicion- our gas bottle had run empty. Like most people here, we use 5 liter gas bottles on an exchange system. When your bottle runs out you go to the nearest place that sells gas and exchange it for a full one. We are amazingly fortunate in our apartment because our nearest place to exchange bottles is the corner shop downstairs.

I unscrewed the bottle from the stove and carried it downstairs to the shop. The guy in charge of the shop wasn't there- it was just his assistant running the place. When he saw that I had an empty bottle he said, "I hope we've got a replacement." He looked through two stacks of bottles leaning against the wall but they were all empties. Then he went into the back room. He emerged with a bottle that looked like it had been dragged behind a truck for a couple of miles. But it was full, and that was what mattered.

I payed him for the gas and started back up the stairs, carefully holding the bottle out in front of me so I wouldn't get grimy marks all over my shorts and T-shirt. I've had this T-shirt since 2001 so it would be a shame to mess it up now!

Unfortunately a bottle full of gas is a lot more heavy than an empty bottle. I was doing my best to appear manly and strong as I struggled to navigate the twisty staircase with my awkward burden, but I still had a slight grimace on my face.

I came around a corner halfway up the stairwell and met the shop manager, who was coming down. He saw me before I had a chance to wipe all signs of the grimace from my face and promptly insisted on carrying the bottle up the stairs for me. I refused, but before I could say anything more he grabbed the bottle, wheeled around, and marched up the stairs ahead of me. When we got to the top of the stairs he plunked the bottle next to our front door, duffed his hat (in my imagination- he didn't have a hat in real life) and trotted back down the steps. I tried to say "thank you" in his language but I messed it up. He got a kick out of it anyway and I heard his laughter echo up the stairwell. What a great guy.