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How I Robbed my Landlords
Very often, misunderstanding between people leads to funny or ridiculous situations.
One morning, I prepared to do my laundry saving necessary number of dollar coins for this purpose. As we have no change machine nearby, every time I gather my precious dollars for the laundry during all week, asking as a beggar for a change at the stores, or arranging payment for the purchase in order to have a dollar coin for a change. Sometimes, in spite of my “hunting technique”, I have no extra coins and have to handle them with a special care. That morning I was happy to find our usually busy laundry room empty. Several minutes later, my loading process was interrupted by arrival of an elderly Asian couple holding small boxes in their hands. I greeted them-- they smiled in return. While watching them with interest, I figured out that they were the Landlords of our apartment building. They started to collect money from the machines’ slots moving around quickly. When they approached to my machine, I asked them to let me start a process before collecting the money. They smiled again saying nothing. I lost control of the situation for a second and, after this, I couldn’t find the coin that I thought I had already put in the slot. I checked my pocket, but couldn’t find money there. “The Landlords took it and I didn’t noticed,” I decided. So, I asked politely, “Will you, please, give me my dollar back; I am not able to start the process.” At last, after unpleasant pause, they understood my request and gave me a dollar without a word and with strange expressions on their faces. I quickly started my machine. One minute later, at the elevator, I occasionally searched my pockets again and found the “lost” coin. My face became bright red like a Valentine heart. Ashamed, I rushed back to the laundry to return money and to ask for forgiveness, but the Landlords were gone. I managed to catch them in the parking lot. They took money and again smiled in return without a word.
Later, I figured out that my Landlords don’t speak English at all.
Similes:
… asking as a beggar for a change
My face became bright red like a Valentine heart.
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