Nach drei langen Jahren im Tiefen Süden, ziehe ich nun in einem Monat endlich wieder in den Mittleren Westen. Da ich am Freitag meinen letzten Arbeitstag hatte, bleibt mir neben dem Packen endlich wieder etwas Zeit zum Schreiben. Deshalb poste in den nächsten Wochen ein paar von den Abenteuern, die ich in den letzten 3 Jahren hier im Süden erlebt habe. Manche davon hatte ich auch schon mal auf Facebook gepostet. Hier ist eines meiner ersten Abenteuer:
So, one weekend, I went shopping for the sofa of my dreams – a cranberry-red loveseat. I had not seen this sofa in real life, yet, but I already convinced myself that I could no longer live without it.
Anyway (back to my adventure), I went to this furniture store and, of course, it didn’t take the shopkeeper very long to notice that I am not an authentic Southern Belle. So, I told her that I was from Germany which apparently makes me an Über-Yankee and not very popular with the Southern folks. Nevertheless, this shopkeeper was very eager to tell me about her neighbor who is also not from the South:
“He speaks this foreign language… I`m not quite sure what it is… I think it`s Islam or something like that.“
My mouth dropped open and I stared at her in disbelief.
Her eyes narrowed into a stern expression. She quickly checked that nobody was listening in on our conversation before she leaned towards me and whispered:
“If the political situation in this country stays down” – and she quickly checked again that nobody was listening in on us - “I might end up having to learn a foreign language myself!”
And with that she pulled herself back to an upright position, nodding her head, her firm look still focused on me.
I left the store without buying my cranberry-red sofa.
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