We have an old man who lives in our building, 'om sayeed. He's rather adorable, as old men are, but really, I don't think he's all there. The other day, after I had come home from Ethiopia and everyone else in my house had left for home or gone on this trip to the Red Sea coast, I came in the building. 'Om Sayeed was sitting in his little room by the door and looking at this piece of bread. When I went in, he handed the bread to me. I was like "for me?" he nodded in agreement. Rather than try to politely refuse, I thought the easiest solution would be to take the bread. "shokran, 'om sayeed, shokran"
And I thought "That's weird. Also what is up his nose? It kinda looks like he shoved some bread up there." and promptly forgot. The next day, I come in the house and he hands me this really large bag of loh. (Loh is a type of slightly bitter bread, like Ethiopian injera) "oh, thank you very much, 'om sayeed" now I'm a little weirded out and start wondering if I need to talk to the director about this.
Thankfully (for me), the girls on the Red Sea trip came back early. Apparently he's been doing that for a while. So maybe it's an Eid thing...
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