Went to the market for flour yesterday. The owners of the rice and flour stall are really nice people, but I have a hard time understanding what they say. So, after buying the 22lb bag of flour I tried a little small talk. I decided on a question I figured would have a simple enough answer that even I could understand. “Are you busy?” She answered with a pretty long monologue about how she was alone in the shop today so she was sorry but she couldn’t deliver the flour to my house, if I could wait until her husband came back she would bring the sack up to our place, I just needed to give her what apartment building I lived in, what floor, what apartment number, oh and would I be home later? Or something along those lines.
If I want a sack of flour delivered to my door I know where to go now.