Officially, I’m still wallowing in expat woes and unable to bring myself to write anything cute and witty about Italy without spewing forth venom and bitterness. I feel like a lot of that could be fixed if I could start my day in a shower that were just appena bigger than a coffin.
Unofficially, I’m just dropping in today for a minute to BLOW YOUR MINDS.
So I was watching an old episode of Community with my marito today, and Abed (the character who is obsessed with movies and TV) is checking off his Quintessential College Experience List. One of the items from his list is satisfied when the campus cafeteria erupts into a spontaneous food fight.
As the characters are flinging food back and forth at each other, I happen to look over at my marito and note that puzzled expression he gets when he’s about to say, “Americans are weird”.
Me: “Honey, do you understand what’s happening?”
Him: “Yeah… Sort of… Well… why are they throwing food at each other?”
Me: “It’s a food fight – one of the things on Abed’s ‘Quintessential College Experience List’.”
He turns to me with a furrowed brow.
Me, as it dawns on me why he’s confused: “Oh my god… have you never been in a food fight?”
Him: “Why you throw ze food and not eat it?” (His accent pops out more as he gets more confused and exasperated.)
Me: “You’ve NEVER been in a food fight?”
Him: “Why? Why? Why would you do zis?”
Me: “You’ve never gotten crazy with your friends in the cafeteria and thrown a lump of mashed potatoes at someone?!”
Him: “WE DONTA HAVE ZE CAFTERIA! WE GO HOME TO MAMMA, SHE COOKS! WE EAT IT! WE DONTA THROW IT!”
He was clearly very upset. I let it rest.
But oh my god. Mind blown.