Another luggage conveyor story; I was waiting at the conveyor, which was one of those belt types, made up from crescent-shaped interlocking sections; it entered the arrivals area through a small door with plastic strips to keep out the weather, looped around a bit and exited similarly, I think the airport was Luton.
The area was very crowded and I could see my cases, but I thought it best to wait until the crush subsided a little. One guy, who was rather tall and spindly in build, decided he couldn’t wait and elbowed himself through the crowd, jamming himself in between the people waiting immediately adjacent to the belt. His case arrived (a large, heavy-looking suitcase) and he grabbed it by the handle, but because he was standing with his feet together (because of the crowd), he was immediately pulled off balance.
The sensible thing would have been to let go of the case, regain your balance and wait for it to come around again, but for some reason, he clung for dear life. The case continued to move along the conveyor and he was pulled over, but he couldn’t actually move through the crowd, so he sort of flopped over onto his back on the conveyor, still clinging to the case handle with one hand, unable to right himself as he passed under the plastic flaps and out of sight into the loading area.
I’d love to know what happened next, but at this point, my case came around again and I left.
Back in Germany in 1972 (I was 13) my family went to a carnival. There was a shooting gallery where you shot out wax stalks that held up silly prizes. One was a postcard of a nude woman. I had just got new eyeglasses and was having trouble adjusting to the stronger prescription. My mom just laughed when I attempted to win my prize.
I got it on the first shot.
I yelled out in pidgin German “Ich habe die nackt frau geschissen”.
I should have said “Ich habe die nackt frau geschossen”.
Instead of saying “I shot the naked lady”, I said “I shitted the naked lady”.
Everyone around was laughing hysterically. My mother was mortified. I had no clue; I was just happy I had my nude postcard.
In Vienna in 1970 we were at an outdoor food market. My mother was hungry so she got on a big line where people were clamoring for this stuff that looked like spam. My dad, brother and I were not hungry so we just waited.
My mom gets her snack and starts eating. Some guy standing next to her nudges her and says (in German of course), “Ummmm! Isn’t this the best horsemeat you’ve ever tasted?”
Spanish-speakers write “vagina” as Anglophones do, but pronounce it like “bah-HEE-nah”. The word for “bay” is bahía, pronounced “bah-EE-ah”. A believable story. Wonder if the tourist ever found la Bahía de los Angeles…
Heck, that could work. “po” in Chinese means broken. Not a big stretch from “poor” depending on how your friend pronounced it. Given the context of a broken cup and poor/po…