Because They're Burning Bricks

Posted By Sika on November 8, 2007

I was dating Prince William (#1 – don’t ask me. I’m blaming it on the Lariam. #2 – ok, maybe this part is scary. #3 – it’s bare minimum, the strangest part. And the rest is really weird.) At one point the cars needed to be washed and Prince William had never been in a car wash before. So as I was describing how much fun car washes are (because my anticipation of car washes is the same as when I was little and was entranced by them. This is why I am always a little sad and disillusioned after going through a car wash.) I forgot to roll up the windows and so we got soaked. Somehow, though, I ended up being the only one in the car, soaked, soapy, and a little waxy. I rolled up the windows and rode through until the end and then instead of the onslaught of plastic brushes rushing towards me there was an old man with a mop. He was hunched and thin and wearing a wife beater. The handle of the mop was attached to one of those yellow janitor’s bucket-on-wheels by a rope so that as the old man flicked the mop at the car the bucket jerked along too.

Later I was drying off in a van but all these Malawians kept trying to get in. I kept telling them no. There were a few young women in white. I thought they were nursing students but then they said they were from Mua Mission so maybe they were nuns. I felt bad for them and said maybe we’d have room for them. Suddenly I realized why all the Malawians were pissed – just as I was trying to figure out how to tell them it wasn’t a minibus (seriously, I was trying to work out noun classes and negations of certain noun classes in my sleep), either Wenham or Sidrik came along and told them and then they weren’t pissed at me anymore and I woke up.

Ok, have fun with my subconscious!

Categories: Malawi, Random
Tags: lariam