Words no one ever wants to hear!
My walk this morning took me about a mile down the road from Mittry Lake where Li’l Homey is still parked. As I walk, I’m heading south… the sun is to my left. Once the Mittry Lake dirt road ends, I continue onto the paved road where I pass broccoli fields in full bloom. Acres and acres of broccoli. Acres and acres of little yellow flowers. Hundreds and thousands of little bees buzzing the little yellow flowers. And many more of those little bees buzzing the white boxes sitting in the dirt next to the blooming broccoli.
If you could look across the paved street to the left, you’d see the water truck fill-up pump at the irrigation canal; I didn’t take a photo of it. It’s so dry here that a water truck cruises the paved roads watering down the dirt between the asphalt and the crops to keep the dust down. I wave at the water truck driver as he passes me on his way to fill up his truck with water at the water pump. I’m grateful he waters down the dirt – it’s far less dusty that way! I walk down beyond the power pole that’s visible on the left side of the photo above. I turn around and head back north to Mittry Lake.
As I passed the water truck still being filled up with water on the opposite side of the street from where I’m walking, the driver came around the truck to shout “hello” to me (the pump is fairly loud and the water whooshing into the tank makes it louder yet). And then he says, loudly, “You a big lady!”
Well, I’m not really sure what kind of response is appropriate here, because, yes, I’m overweight, and no, he didn’t need to tell me that, I already knew… but I’m not sure what to say! So I do a little wave with my hand and keep on walking, at which point he starts making little pinching motions with his left hand on his right arm and tells me in a loud voice, “I’m scared!” and points past me to the white boxes which are now behind me, and goes back to pinching his arm. And then he says again, in a loud voice, “You a big lady!”
Oh! Oh! I got it! He’s telling me I’m a BRAVE lady! BIG lady – not a large one! Ha!
I say, loudly because the pump and water are still running, they’re bees and I just walk right on by them – they don’t bother me!
He sends me off with another “You a big lady!” and I chuckle, wave, and keep right on walking.
…and I’m still smiling. He can call me a big lady anytime he wants to!
12 thoughts on ““You a big lady!””
What fun! You are a “brave lady”!!
Ha! I’ll be a big brave lady any day! Isn’t language a hoot! Thanks for stopping by!
Wonderful! I’m still smiling. I agree, call me a big/brave lady any time.
A fun story, isn’t it, Nancy! It brings to mind a recent post you wrote on “language barriers” – ha!
Brave, indeed ! Be safe, Lois.
Thanks for stopping by, Nancy! Always safe!
OH! hahahah, here I am thinking, dang….then OH K! Brave, lets own that one! hee hee, so funny!!
I know, huh, Debbie! I was trying like the dickens to come up with a response! Than I figured it out! Ha! Have a good day!
Sounds like those bees were busy already! Glad your getting some nice walks in, always a great way to see new things, talk with new people. Walking is the way to go, just being out in the open makes you available for interactions, cars are so insulating! Be safe “Big Lady”LOL
The walks have been so nice, Kimberley… as you said, so much more interactive – with people, with nature. I hear you’re off on your own adventure soon! Enjoy, my friend!
Thanks Lois, for the great laugh to start my day!! That’s a great story. Keep em’ comin’.
I love that little story 😀 It’s a fun one… Have a great day, Susan!
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