yesterday I felt pretty accomplished. I was able to procure SEVEN chairs for our house in the space of 2 short car trips. see, I'm still on the email list to the garden co-op my housemates and I were in last year (but are no longer a part of..) and there was a moving sale from a guy named Beat. Ok Beat (I'm thinking...of the Dwight Schrute variety?) - I emailed him sunday about my interest in his dining room chairs because as of that moment, my house of 7 had 7 chairs and 4 of them are just on loan till next week or so. *tick tock tick tock* So this moving sale seemed to be perfect timing! I was coming back from PA on Sunday and told Beat that I'd call late that afternoon. well, I forgot.
No worries, I emailed him Sunday evening and asked if we could arrange for Monday after work. Beat said yes, so then I called Monday afternoon to just confirm place, price, etc. I called again when I was about to leave, and called again when I was just about there. By the time I met Beat, I had said his name at least 3 times to him and possibly 40 times in my head. well....
his name is pronounced Bee-aht. Like...European. whoops.
in my small talk as we were looking at/checking out the chairs, I asked where he and his wife were moving. He said something that sounded like Missouri. as we were walking with the chairs to my car, I was like, so...Missouri, huh? And Beat was like, no .. Zurich as in Switzerland...where I'm from. DOH! uh..European. whoops.
so, instead of Beat from Missouri (insert hick accent), picture me talking to European Bee-aht and then picture me high-fiving everyone for my amazing intercultural skills. good.
