Showing posts with label The Locals. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Locals. Show all posts

Sunday, May 3, 2009

Flash Tag?

Dear Journal,

So apparently there is a game that Bikers like to play here in Florida called FLASH TAG.

I wasn't really aware of it until today and when I saw it I nearly fell off my bike!

I guess what they do is they will pick 2 long and busy streets because they always play it in pairs. The guys will drive the motorcycles down the street and the ladies on the back depending on who's turn it is will open up her leather jacket EXPOSING everything to everyone that can see them driving down the road.

Hacks and I were standing at the corner of 2 really busy streets when these to motorcycles pulled up and turned right. The one lady was doing something with her jacket and I didn't really pay that close of attention until both bikes turned in front of us and the other lady freakin whips open her jacket! All I could do is stand there with my jaw on the ground. Hacks and I both looked at each other in awe and then started laughing. We both couldn't believe it.

Florida Bikers, you got to love them!

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

I Get it now

Dear Journal,

I finally get it now!

It just clicked, Pearl was taking me and Hacks to our favorite Hamburger joint Checkers and something wonderful happened. I could understand her!

I don't know if it was the food or my prayers or what but I just started understanding her.

She is actually a really funny lady and I think this will be the start of a really good friendship.

The really funny thing is that she was having a hard time understanding my thick Utah accent!

Go figure.

Friday, April 24, 2009

Do People from England Speak a foreign language?

Dear Journal,

I met the nicest lady, she is a convert to the church named Pearl. She is from somewhere in England, I met her about 2 weeks ago and I still can't understand a word she is saying!

She is a black lady and for the first couple of days I didn't even know where she was from. I thought maybe Haiti or somewhere like that. There are a lot of Haitians here.

She has some kind of dialect that I can't understand and mixed with her English accent she might as well be speaking Chinese!

I do catch words here and there but most of the time I just smile and nod my head.

I can tell it frustrates her too but what can I do except pray for the gift of tongues.

I hope that it gets easier to understand her, because she is really nice and best of all she feeds us a lot.