Our gardener Ely came by today, he's very Portugese(?) and has a really thick accent, he also speaks in
Hawaiian Pidgin.
As he was raking up the pile of avocado tree leaves we went outside to head out for a rousing game of mini golf and lunch out on the town as a family (without Snax, he stayed home to supervise). As we were shutting the door, Ely flagged Jason down to talk to him (he doesn't seem to ever want to talk to me, hmm... I guess I can see that, I do have a way of intimidating people with my untamed Awesomeness). Anyway, he flagged Jason down and started pitching a scheme to him. Please refer to the "really thick accent" observation stated above. Jason can't understand the dude. And, since I am fluent in Hawaiian Pidgin (oh, you didn't know that? I am. I am just. that. awesome.), I stepped over to act as a translator. Jason was nodding, yet had confusion and fear in his eyes. Ely was pointing down at the driveway/walkway clicking and gobbling.
"Oh, You want to power wash the walkway?" (I'm good at giving Jason the info he needs without making it obvious he has no idea what is being said.)
Ely- nodding profusely, clicking and buzzing.
Me- "How much would you charge for that"
Ely- fie hunnred dolla
Well Jason understood that without me translating. And since he is a nice guy and doesn't want to hurt anyone's feelings, I saw him working thru his head how to: A. Not have a heart attack and B. Try to explain to the guy that for that price we could go out and buy our own power washer and do it ourselves.
Jason started stammering out "Well, gee... that's a great idea, but gosh. that is a lot of money, and you know, that's more then I can afford right now (internally he's thinking, holy smokes, does this dude think I poop $20 bills?) You know, with the economy and everything......
Ely starts explaining how the power washer takes gas (uh, dude, I'll go down the street to the Shell station and buy you a $3.78 gallon of gas), and blahblahblah.
Jason wasn't getting any of it, he was just looking thoughful and nodding.
Ely: "OK, den I do haf for hunnred and mebe do oderside if i have gas"
(Once again, no translation needed). Jason was all over that. I was a little dissapointed, I wanted to see some haggling a la Pawn Stars, but it didn't happen.
Jason was all for that.
Ely explained he has to power wash the neighbors pool anyway, so he might as well do ours since he was here with the equipment anyway.... Jason didn't get that part because he went skipping into the house to get the checkbook.
sucka