A small woman in a red car beckoned me while I was with China on her beauty walk this morning.
"Kin soup?", she asked. At least I think that's what she asked.
"Wha?", I replied
"Kin soup?", she said once again. Aha, I was right. Using my super powers of translation, I correctly translated this to
"Excuse me. You look like a friendly, knowledgeable, and helpful person. Can you please tell me how to get to King Soopers (supermarket)?"
The gears in my head began to spin. I calculated that there were, in fact, three King Soopers equidistant from the exact spot we were at. As I contemplated which one would be easiest to direct the small woman to, she interjected
Oh! Well, this threw an entirely different wrench into the situation. I adeptly translated to
"I'm actually looking for the driver's license place. I was told it was near King Soopers".
There is no DMV anywhere near any of the equidistant King Soopers. There is, however, a nearby DMV located in an Albertsons (another supermarket) shopping center. I then attempted to direct the small woman there.
"YOU NEED TO GO TO ALBERTSONS!", I shouted, because we all know that shouting the English language makes it more understandable to those who aren't fluent.
I continued on with directions to Albertsons, all the while gesticulating exaggeratedly.
"Take THIS ROAD to RESEARCH PARKWAY! Then go RIGHT! KEEP GOING until you see AL BERT SONS!"
All the while, the small woman was mirroring my gesticulations - etching it all into her brain.
"There's a DRIVER'S LICENSE PLACE there!".
To which she replied, "Thank you so much. Enjoy the walk with your beautiful and patient dog", or close enough. I honestly didn't have much confidence in the outcome.
What made the whole thing kind of eerie, though, was that I was thinking of the DMV just prior to this exchange. I need to make plans to go there for Wolfgang to get his license.
He's had all of his required driving, etc. completed for a quite a while, we just hadn't gotten around to his driving test. We finally did that yesterday, now we must go to the loathsome DMV.
HE thinks he will borrow our cars willy nilly to go have good times with the buddies. WE think he will mainly be Meego's chauffeur and resident gopher, thereby filling Chaco's recently vacated exalted position.
Either way, we must first deal with the DMV. The one near AL BERT SONS! can't accomodate us either. No, we must go to the sleazy one for new dry lice.
I need motivation.