As I've mentioned earlier, The Hellish Thing We HAVE to do Over the Summer has taught me a couple of things.
One of which is, People can be really dumb.
At a college where we'd gone to get info on the 1 PUC Application forms:
Us: Hello! We're coming from the press...
(Bad grammar, I know, but we wanted to make sure that they'd understand us)
Dumbman: (Interupting) Ay, what you want man? What is that?
Us: We're from *The name of the newspaper, repeated twice, loudly and clearly*
Him: Ha, so?
(thinking) So, do you WANT us to write bad reviews about your college? You absolute MORON.
(aloud) So we'd like to get a bit of informaton on the 1 PUC applications, please.
Him: You cant read the sign or what? 9 to 12 only. Come tomorrow ya.
Jay huffs out in disgust. Me and Su2 remain, persistantly determined to bore through this man's abnormally thick head.
Us: WE'RE FROM THE NEWSPAPERS!
Su2: (under her breath) Do we look like 14 year olds to you, you senseless cow? You sit in a freaking PU college the entire day, for crying out loud!
Idiot: Oh oh. Howda? Wokay. Swalpa wait madi.
(consults with fellow cow)
Us: tap shoes on concrete floor impatiently creating an ironically upbeat rhythm
Dumbman: (Interupting the rhythm in a most impolite manner)
Yinformation ginformation yella kodakagalla.
Su2: (Under her breath) Who's asking for any ginformation?
Me: (persistantly) No, but thumba rush itha ee sati? Application forms ge?
Dumbman: (thinks) Aaaaaathara yenilla... Ashtu iralillaaaa...
Us: (momentarily astounded by the dumbness.)
How could the college place- so strategically- the dumbest employee they had?
Fellow Cow: (observing procedings and deciding to intervene)
Ha medam. Thumba rushu ithu.
(glares at Dumbman, before being called away by someone else.)
Us: (boldly) Nim College alli donation geenation yenadau idiya?
(Geenation, that kills me. How FnA and I laugh about that!)
Dumbman: Avella myangement secrets. Heng helakkagathe?
Su2: (Highly amused at the dumbness, giggles most unprofessionally)
Me: (Highly enraged at the dumbness)
So is that what you want me to put in tomorrow's paper?
Fellow Cow: (surmising trouble from afar, rushes forth and answers some of our questions, mostly with a stout: ) Gotthilla.
We left disgustedly, and spent the next 10 minutes in the auto trying to prevent Jay from calling the Cows back to "Tell them to throw themselves off a &@*%# cliff."