wanna know what an idiot i am? read on... i'm posting this because at least four of you who read this blog (or who are forced into reading particular posts by your spouses - hey dad, hey ryan) actually know salvatore.
so one day we are sitting outside, drinking some wine, when salvatore, the owner of the place where we stay, comes over and starts speaking to us. as usual, with his italian and my english, we're not getting anywhere. so he says, in italian, that georgia speaks english, and calls georgia over. this young woman in her 20's walks over, and having had english conversations over the phone in previous years with salvatore's grown daughter, i said "oh, are you salvatore's daughter?!" she didn't understand me, i repeated myself, and she said "no, i'm his wife!"
so i just kept going with the conversation and played the whole awkward thing off. okay, lesson learned. right? you would think.
the next day sean comes in and wakes me up and tells me that salvatore's daughter is outside... i laughed and told him it was his wife. he said unless his wife was 17, it was his daughter. i went outside to investigate, and sure enough, this girl looked younger, had darker hair in a different style, and was much cuter than the girl i had seen yesterday. so what did i say? you guessed it. "are you salvatore's daughter?" once again, she didn't understand me, so i repeated myself AGAIN, to which she replied as she took off her sunglasses and revealed her familiar face, "no, i'm his WIFE!"
wife. got it.
so i'm updating my list of questions never to ask a woman.
1. never ask a woman if she's pregnant unless you can actually see a baby making an exit.
2. never, ever, ever make the assumption that someone is the daughter of the older man standing next to them.
which reminds me to buy those "who's my daddy??!!/eeeew, she's my DAUGHTER you freak!" t-shirts for my next solo outing with my own dad.
