This one is BIG. This one could be HUGE! And I need help figuring out what to do. Okay, maybe it's not huge. That might be an exaggeration, but I had to get your attention somehow. For those of you who don't know, I served my mission in New York City. Lovely place...if you don't mind the smell and the humidity and the drug paraphernalia (I had the best drug bag collection - but that's another story). Anyway...
I met some amazing people, people I still consider friends. Most of the friends I made were from other countries, and I became an expert at understanding accents and languages that were supposed to be English but somehow weren't. For years after I left NYC I could hear an accent and usually guess correctly at it's origin.
Two of my friends, I'll call them Jack and Sandra...oh wait, they really are named Jack and Sandra...are from Trinidad. They've lived in the US for a long time but their accents are still really heavy. So heavy in fact that when Jack talks, and boy howdy does he talk, I have to tell him constantly "Jack, slow down! I can't understand you. Really Jack, SLOW DOWN!" And then the conversation is peppered with "whats" and "say that agains" and by the time we end the conversation my head hurts.
So...here's the dilemma: Jack and Sandra moved to Florida. Now you might be wondering why that's a dilemma. Don't worry, I'm about to give you the reasons.
- Somehow moving to Florida caused their accents to get worse, not better.
- The cell phone connection between here and there is horrible, worse than it ever was in NYC, and when you have heavy accents plus a crackly connection...ahhh!
- I don't have their new address. Sandra has given it to me at least 4 times but I CAN'T understand her. And you can only say 'what' so many times without sounding rude. With an address I can write a letter, and Sandra will respond, and there is no language barrier.
My friend Fawcett is also friends with Jack and Sandra. Do you think she can get the address? Nope, she doesn't understand them either. And it was from her that I learned all I needed to know about understanding accents.
I'm so stuck. Jack calls me and leaves me messages all the time. "PLATT! Answer the phone! PLATT, it's Bad Jack. Why don't you call me back?" "PLATT! When are you ever going to come to Florida?" I need to call him, I really do. He will talk and I will say stuff, and I will hope that the stuff I say fits with the stuff he says...because if not, how embarrassing.