I had my pedicure yesterday and it was such a nice treat to give control of my feet over to someone else for an hour. The polish color I chose is a dark rich brown with a hint of gold frost - called Native Soil. After the brilliant aqua blue of Ebb and Flow I had for the last spring-y two weeks, I was ready for something a bit less... brilliant.
The girl who gives me my pedicures is named Kim. She is Vietnamese, and her last name starts with a "G" so everyone just calls her "Kim G." For the longest time I thought it was Kim Chee. That's what I heard. And that is where the problem begins.
I love Kim G. She is funny, and generous (she once treated me to a chocolate peanut butter smoothie - you haven't LIVED until you've had one of those. Unless you're allergic to peanuts. Then it could kill you. But I digress.) She does the absolute best job making my feet as nice as possible. She never mentions my chronically swollen right ankle - she just treats it with care. She never complains about how bad my callouses are (too much information?) - she just buffs them off. She has given me the best recipes for spring rolls and beef and lemongrass rolls. I put them into "Notes" on my iPhone while she dictates. I look forward to my visits with her.
The problem is that she is Vietnamese and, like many Asian women, speaks very softly. I never thought my hearing was bad (although my kids would argue that point) but there are many times when she is telling me something - usually a long story about her mother or her sister in law and I have no clue what she is talking about. So I do this:
I can't believe that I'm the only one who has this problem. I want to follow the conversation - I really do. And it's not the accent. I'm good with accents. I just can't hear her very well. Americans talk really loud, I guess, and that's what we're accustomed to. But Kim's voice is soft and sweet, and half the time I'm totally in the dark. I mean, I called her Kim Chee for several visits until one of the other girls laughed and told me what her name really was. An American girl. Kim never did correct me. I laughed it off, but when I saw this cartoon, I realized that I'm not alone in this charade. You ALL do this, don't you? *looking stern* I know you do... there's only so many times you can say "Huh?" before it's really annoying. So we assume the appropriate expression and play along.
Anyway, I saw this cartoon on Facebook, and it made me laugh, since it's exactly what I was up to yesterday with Miss Kim. She was trying to tell me something about her sister in law and it was all blah blah blah... I think I smiled or looked concerned at the appropriate times, but we're never sure, are we? She probably tells her next customer about the crazy deaf lady in the previous appointment. And for some reason it's only during her stories. When she's giving me a recipe my ears are suddenly like a bat's. Perhaps there is some magic in the power of food, or even the suggestion of it. But we already knew that, didn't we?