I’d like to preface this blog by saying that there is a girl here in Zambia who doesn’t really have much going right for her since we’ve met. In just three weeks, she has already managed to: (1) practically ruin ‘Matching Wednesday’ by not only mentioning it in public but discussing the plan in detail; (2) openly mock the concept of a Boy Meets World-themed blog; (3) humiliated me in public by finding a way to tear a 1000 kwacha bill after I had announced everyone that it was impossible to do so. (Side Note: I really need to devout more attention to Zambia currency. I love it. The 500 and 1000 kwacha bills were actually designed to be untearable. It’s way more enjoyable than the stupid dimes we have in America). Honestly, she doesn’t deserve recognition in this phenomenal blog.
However, given the importance of the events which unfolded last night and the accompanying picture, it’s absolutely necessary. So, last night we were supposed to meet this dood named ‘Pinky’ outside of this Zambian strip mall at 5:20. We then were going to head to his place for dinner shortly after. The fact that this dood wanted to be referred to as a ‘Pinky’ should have been an indication that things weren’t going to go as planned. It so happens that we are sitting outside a movie theater. One girl, Laura, suggests getting popcorn. The idea is recognized as a good one, but nothing happens. At 6, these other two doods tell us that Bob (aka Pinky) isn’t going to arrive and they will give us a ride in another 30 minutes. Great. It’s popcorn time. Little did I knoe that it would be the greatest 11000 kwacha I’d ever spend.
However, given the importance of the events which unfolded last night and the accompanying picture, it’s absolutely necessary. So, last night we were supposed to meet this dood named ‘Pinky’ outside of this Zambian strip mall at 5:20. We then were going to head to his place for dinner shortly after. The fact that this dood wanted to be referred to as a ‘Pinky’ should have been an indication that things weren’t going to go as planned. It so happens that we are sitting outside a movie theater. One girl, Laura, suggests getting popcorn. The idea is recognized as a good one, but nothing happens. At 6, these other two doods tell us that Bob (aka Pinky) isn’t going to arrive and they will give us a ride in another 30 minutes. Great. It’s popcorn time. Little did I knoe that it would be the greatest 11000 kwacha I’d ever spend.
Above is a picture of myself and Kristen enjoying the popcorn. Unfortunately, you will not be able to see the writing on the box. That’s a travesty. Apparently, Zambian movie goers require more out of their popcorn purchase than the snack itself. They require entertainment from the container as well…and the Zambian movie theaters have apparently listened. On the box, they have two ficticious dialogues that you might hear if you were watching the worst movies ever created. One of the dialogues was about a horror movie where some dood sticks his finger through the box of popcorn, his girlfriend freaks out, and then he apparently turns into a Zombie when she pours a Coke on him. The other dialogue was written in Chinese. I’m not sure what it said, but I bet it was equally awesome.
We ended up getting to Bob’s house at 7 and started eating around 8. Part of me was upset about wasting 3 hours of my life. If Bob picks us up on time, though, I never have the most amazing popcorn ever. I never learn the valuable life lesson to never agree to have dinner at the house of some random dood named after an appendage. I also never get to talk to some guy in the juice distribution business. 12 liters for 82000 kwacha? Tell me more.
1 comment:
Mark, are you sure that this was not "Pinky Boy" coming to life:)
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