Tuesday, February 14, 2012


That's what they call it. You hear it on the subway, waiting in line at the theatre, and in snatches of conversation in the mall. In my case, I heard it in the elevator at home last weekend. It went like this...

Older man/young woman, possibly father and daughter, enter elevator at ground floor (I entered in basement one where I park).

Him: [Russian Russian Russian Russian Russian Russian.]
Her: [Russian Russian Russian Russian.]
Him: [Russian Russian Russian Russian, Russian Russian Russian Russian!]
Her: Really?
Him: Yeah.
(Brief pause in the conversation.)
Him: [Russian Russian Russian.]
Her: [Russian Russian?]
Him: It's a by-election.
(Doors open. They exit. Doors close. Trip resumes. Mind boggles.)

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