Sometimes, things just come out wrong.
Take for instance a little situation my uncle found himself in on a recent trip to New Zealand.
My Uncle Bill, his wife Sandra, and their two friends went to NZ (I already mentioned that). Uncle Bill and Mike wanted to go fishing one day while the ladies shopped. Since my uncle is in his 60's, and probably isn't fashion conscious, he still wears fanny packs to put all his gear in. Unfortunately, he did not have his trusty fanny pack with him on this trip (oh, for shame), so he and Mike ventured to a store they thought might carry the "saggy baggy".
Enter the sales clerk. I feel the need to mention the sales clerk is a young woman (20's ish). Uncle Bill proceeds up to the counter and asks if they happen to carry fanny packs. She asked him if he was sure he really wanted a fanny pack and he said yes, and asked again if they carried them. Okay, so maybe not a strange question - except that in NZ, "fanny" means va-jay-jay. Oops! So, what he was really asking for was a tampon! No wonder he got a really puzzled look from the sales clerk.
I realize that that was not really a Freudian slip, but merely a cultural miscommunication. It was still funny, no? Now on to my story...
Its not often that I slip and mess up my words. Okay, sure, there was that time that I accidentally said Reese's Penis Butter Cup instead of Peanut Butter Cup. No biggie right?
Well, the other day I oopsed again, but this time I was typing and my friend Nan caught my slip up and we had a great laugh over it.
She recently did a post titled Proving I'm Not Southern where she discussed such comfort foods as boiled peanuts. I for one am a southerner but have never had the likes of the boiled peanut before. So, I left a little comment for her that went something like this.
(what I meant to say was Fried Pickle)
I AM YOUR FRIEND, DON'T EAT ME!!
15 coins in my pocket:
Oops--gotta love those typos. :-)
Here's a slip-up for you that has nothing to do with cultural miscommunication--just an oblivious man... For our bathrom I use disposable guest towels instead of "real" towels, and I sent hubby to buy some for me. I told him that I usually just buy the "fancy" napkins, and they are essentially the same thing. So he went to Target, found a salesgirl approximately 19 years old, and asked her for "sanitary napkins." :-)
These poor guys. I think that is why I get the deer-in-the-headlights look whenever I ask the man to go to the store for me. I have never had a fried pickle nor a friend pickle, but I do love a good dill pickle.
I've been waiting for this! Love you tons and can't wait to see you!
Too funny! I read your comment and commented after you. I almost said something about the friend pickle, only because I thought it really existed and it was a very odd name for a pickle. I'm glad to know it's not real.
Just gonna leave it all alone... too tempting to say WAY too much :)
Wow...I can only imagine what was going through that sales clerk's head!
Okay, really good to know about the NZ code words--who would have thunk it? We had a friend who blew it BIG TIME, in a business setting, by making a similar dialect mistake for male...equipment....
Blessings!
Girl, I love me some boiled peanuts. There's a man that sits on the corner in town and sells them everyday but Sunday. And he puts a good scald on them thangs.
And I love me some fried dill pickles. They are yummy///
that was funny Carolina! How are you? doing well here can't wait to start school :) Hope your summer is going well!
That made me laugh out loud! Thanks! I am using your blog as an incentive to get my work done- I have do x amount before i can read a post, then do x more and i can read another, until I'm caught up. It really helps! Otherwise I would sit for hours reading! And- congrats on your Pico de gallo! I'll see you soon!
Carrie (NOT the Carrie from 5th grade BTW- for those who don't know!)
HUH-larious. Naughty pickles and naughty Reece's. I love it.
OH! I thought of you Friday night. We went to a movie theater in Austin to watch The Dark Knight, and it was one of those eat-dinner-while-you-watch places. SO FUN! We ordered fried pickles as an appetizer and I was wishing you could be there to crunch along with me. GOOD TIMES!
I read that a while back and wondered what a 'friend pickle' was. Being innocent, as I am, I wasn't sure what Nan's comment meant. So glad it's all cleared up now!
Now I laughed enough that I don't have to any situps tonight :)! That fanny pack store was great!
OK, I have to say I Laughed. Out. Loud! Remind me never to ask for a "fanny pack" in New Zealand, unless that's what I really want! :) BTW, please stop by to see me sometime--Uncle Lynn is up to some more Giveaway Mischief!
Pickles and pee pees. HAHAHAHHAHAHAHHA...I will never think of Reese's Peanut Butter cups the same way again! All this from Ms. Congeniality!
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