Lost In Translation

Angie had another class in New Orleans yesterday, which meant we were road warriors again. We drove to New Orleans and came back through Baton Rouge to visit Meredith on our way home.

All week long Meredith has been working rush, which is the process fraternities and sororities use to recruit new members. However, this year, Meredith specifically worked for a Greek recruitment council made up of girls from different sororities. Their job was to facilitate the "rushees" through the process. During the week, Meredith and others on the council were provided living arrangements at Lod Cook, LSU's Alumni Association hotel. It's located on campus and it's a very nice place. Turns out, Meredith occupied a room with three other girls.

Here's where it gets funny. She said that the housekeeping crew apparently was Hispanic; and she decided to make a good impression on them by speaking in their native tongue. On Tuesday morning, the housekeeping crew arrived earlier than expected and Meredith and her roommates were still getting dressed.

So Meredith asked them to come back later...speaking in Spanish. Unfortunately, Meredith cannot speak fluent Spanish. She gave it her best shot, though; but it went downhill quickly. The syntax was incorrect and she used a couple of wrong words. How did she know? Because the housekeeping crew did not show up again all week! On Friday morning, Meredith had to go back to the housekeeping crew and beg them to clean the room. They happily obliged...but Meredith still wonders what she said to them on that first day.

I guess we can file this under "Oopsy Daisy."