My friend Suz at Alive in Wonderland made me laugh today, which is no
surprise since she makes me laugh quite often. This is what she wrote
I started thinking about irony. Like when I ran into an ex-boyfriend in the Honolulu airport. Like when the only American people on the island of Bora Bora that my family met . . . were from Hayfork, California? Which is a mountain town above my valley. They were astounded that we had heard of Hayfork; we were thrilled that they had heard of Orland.
That reminded me that I have a story from my friend Bob Cleveland, about irony. I thought you might enjoy this.
(Photo stolen from these guys)
We were there as a singing group, ministering at meetings in Latvia, and Pskov, Russia. On a free afternoon, we were walking around downtown Bauska and the others in the group (of 12) wanted to go into a store and "shop." So I sat down outside on this little wooden bench, next to an 18-year-old girl named Yunona Baleiva. She had insisted on carrying the big box of dark chocolate bars I'd bought to bring home.
She spoke no English and I spoke no Latvian or Russian. Not one word.
So after maybe 3 or 4 minutes, I said (recalling a tad of German that I had studied in 1954 (yes...FORTY THREE YEARS BEFORE)..."du bis wundershoen." Which means "you are pretty (or beautiful)."
She immediately brightened up and said "ahhh...SPRECHEN sie DEUTCH??" (do you speak German)
I laughed and said "ein bisschen"...a little.
We were off to the races...she asked me some simple questions like do I have a wife, kids, grandkids, etc. We "talked" for maybe 5 minutes and then the group came back out and that was that.
1954 sophomore 2 semester German, dredged up and used in 1997. I cannot tell you how much I've laughed about that since. And the funny thing is we've visited with friends in Otterfing, Germany, twice and I didn't know NEARLY enough German to talk German with somebody who lives there...
So I'm asking you, what can you tell me about irony? Maybe something that has happened to you that you found very ironic . . . leave it in a comment, or write a post and leave the link here in a comment so we can all come read it and go "oooooooooooooooh." I'm counting on you to have better irony stories than running into an old boyfriend (to whom I wasn't speaking) in an airport 3000 miles from home.
Huge thanks to Bob Cleveland for his irony story and his friendship.