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Jan. 23rd, 2010 07:38 pmSome things don't change. One of my older cousins remembered her childhood today, to my mother. Mum told me, of course, and I had a Medieval thought. Perfectly normal conversation, but it reminded me how rusty I am on core skills. I might have to unrust.
You don’t need to know about my rusty technical skills. You may, however, enjoy the story.
D's father was unloading boxes of fruit. The Tax Office men (these were the days when they were all men) came and said "We need to see your records."
"Fine," my cousin waved his free arm. "D, give them my accountant's address." They took the address, looked at it, shook their heads and left.
The next day they returned. "We are from the Tax Office and we need to see your records."
"I told, you, see my accountant." The two men shook their heads and left.
The third day they came, they said "We need to see your records."
D's father gave up. "They're in that drawer over there. Look all you want."
The Tax Office men looked for a bit. "What language is this?" one asked.
"It's Yiddish."
"I can't read Yiddish."
"I told you to see my accountant!"
They finally visited the accountant.
PS ADM, before you even think of asking, the Medieval thought I had was that Jewish business records (those few I know about) in England and France were kept in Old French, using Hebrew characters.
You don’t need to know about my rusty technical skills. You may, however, enjoy the story.
D's father was unloading boxes of fruit. The Tax Office men (these were the days when they were all men) came and said "We need to see your records."
"Fine," my cousin waved his free arm. "D, give them my accountant's address." They took the address, looked at it, shook their heads and left.
The next day they returned. "We are from the Tax Office and we need to see your records."
"I told, you, see my accountant." The two men shook their heads and left.
The third day they came, they said "We need to see your records."
D's father gave up. "They're in that drawer over there. Look all you want."
The Tax Office men looked for a bit. "What language is this?" one asked.
"It's Yiddish."
"I can't read Yiddish."
"I told you to see my accountant!"
They finally visited the accountant.
PS ADM, before you even think of asking, the Medieval thought I had was that Jewish business records (those few I know about) in England and France were kept in Old French, using Hebrew characters.