Mike (staff member): "Excuse me teach. They have left for me some bricks just there at mile nine. But the springs on the truck have broke so they can't bring them here. I was wondering if you could help me and use your car to go pick them?"
Me: (a bit confused by the randomness of this conversation) "Ok, how many are there?"
Mike: "About 40."
Me: (Thinking how bricks are a bit heavy and though I can't really gauge how much 40 bricks weigh, they might be too much for my car) "Ok, well can't you wait for the small truck to come back from shopping and pick them up?"
Mike: "No, if I leave them, the people might steal them."
Me: (hesitant but wanting to help) "Well, ok. Let's go then."
I brought the tarp and laid it in the "boot" of my car and we headed off.
In the car I asked the normal things- about his home, about how his family is. Then I asked, "So what are you building?"
Mike: "Sorry. I did not get you."
Me: "What are you building?"
Mike: (with a great look of confusion and concentration trying to understand me) "I don't know what you are saying."
Me: "Building. What are you going to build with 40 bricks?"
Well, it turns out I misunderstood. We were not going to pick 40 bricks...
But rather 40 loaves of bread that were meant to be delivered to LCH. Instead we found them under the trees by the signpost at the main road.
Oh Uganda... your randomness continues to amuse me :)
1 comment:
Wow! Mike was right, they'd be gone in a heartbeat. I am surprised they were still there when you got there. You are always so willing to help Natalie and that is beautiful.
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